#But we’re talking about Doctor who here so coincidence? I think not

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Gallifrey? Gallifrey??

The Legend of Ruby Sunday (2024) | Gridlock (2007)

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Little Girl Gone Part 7 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Doms Officer Steve Harrington/Gangster Eddie Munson & Sub Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, light smacking, some degrading (whore, slut), dirty talk, etc

*inhales, exhale, shouts* ANGST! ANGST EVERYWHERE!

These three deal with time apart, Eddie is acting a bit irrational due to the last chapter, mentions of torture and death but none detailed here, Eddie does talk about a couple of his victims but they are bad people, Y/N is slightly interrogated again, mentions of Eddie's abuse from his father so child abuse trigger, lots of apologies and promises. Reader gets slightly spicy here. Cliffhanger ending (You're welcome.)

Word Count: 5259

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“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Eddie’s intense eyes penetrate yours, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily in anger.

“I am in charge of you.”

“You control me in bed, yes, but out here I am your partner to and your doctor. You need to rest, Eddie.”

Grumbling under his breath, the gangster grabs his jacket and heads for the door. 

“I can heal at my own place. I don’t need either of you getting in my way.”, he growls before stomping out of your apartment.

As you glance towards Steve, you notice his facial features harden as he silently begins to clean up the mess they both made. Once your living room was clear of any evidence of Officer Douglas, the other man pulled a pack of cigarettes you didn’t know he had, lighting the end and leaned against the back of your couch.

“Do you want me to leave to?”

“I didn’t ask him to go; he chose to. I want you both here.”

“Maybe I should leave… Maybe this was all a mistake, bringing you into this.”

“Fuck you.”, you hiss causing his head to jerk your way. “Yeah, Steven, fuck you. I just lost someone I cared about, I was attacked, and I told you both I loved you but THIS may be a mistake?! FUCK. YOU!”

Fuming, his jaw clenched as his eyes became glassy and he rose to his feet without saying another word, leaving your apartment, and slamming the front door.

***

A month later, you found yourself in a police integration room again this time completely unsure of what they were going to ask. You hadn’t heard from either man but you knew they had to have been busy from what you saw on the news. 

“Hey, Y/N.”, Detective Hopper sighed with a smile your way as he entered the room alone. “I’m sorry to be bothering you again.”

“I haven’t seen Eddie in a while so I don’t know how much help I can be.”

“You two are no longer together? Hm. Is that why Allen Munson’s associates are seemingly disappearing?”

“I don’t even want to know how you got from A to B and I still don’t understand how you became a Detective.”, you sneered. “Is that why you brought me down here? I told you that Eddie’s not a killer. Why don’t you ask the rival gangs like the Carvers or some shit?”

“Because Jason Carver and some of his men left down. We don’t know where or exactly but his father said he went on vacation. Personally, with other gangsters and police disappearing I’m not surprised.”

“Police?”

“Mhmm… we lost 3 other uniforms in the past month and upon searching their homes found some incriminating evidence that they were working for Edward’s dad. It makes me extremely nervous, Y/N, the things we’re uncovering.” Jim’s eyes scan you over as you fold into yourself and sigh. “Y/N, how well do you know Steve Harrington?”

Your head shot up as your brows furrowed at the question. 

“Your partner? He’s a dick who’s always rude to me. Why? Do you think he’s involved with Eddie’s dad?”

“Honestly, no, but I have to take into account that he’s been building a case against The Munson’s for a while and hasn’t gotten any head way in over a year. Add in some coincidences I can’t ignore like him being jumped by the Carver’s and then a week later a few of their members turn up dead. He, um, also went to you for treatment and a couple of months later you’re dating Allen Munson’s son.”

“Well, Detective, like I said…I’m amazed you’re allowed to still work cases with the conclusions you jump to. May I leave now?”

“Yes you may.”, he grumbles. “We have a car watching every move he makes so don’t do anything stupid, doctor.”

“Hm. You have a cop watching him yet you didn’t know we broke up. May want to check your intel or become a better liar.”

After collecting your things, you power walk to your car and as soon as you slam the door shut, you break as you begin to sob. A soft tap on your passenger side window made you jump before you realized it was only one of the men responsible for your broken heart. 

“What do you want, Steve?”

“Is everything ok? I didn’t know you were coming down here.”, he replied as he climbed into your vehicle. 

“Don’t worry. I always told you two I would never rat either of you out so—”

“That’s not what I meant…”, he whispered before heavily sighing. “Usually, they keep me in the loop when it comes to things involving Eddie. No one told me they were integrating you. Did someone break in again?”

“No. No one broke in or has come after me. Probably because Eddie is slaughtering them all.”, you say with distain making him flinch. “You need to tell him to be more careful, Steve. He’s being too obvious with what he’s doing.”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t talked to him in a month so it’s not like he’ll listen to me.” As your head swiveled his way, he turned to gaze out the windshield not willing to meet your eyes for fear of you seeing how hurt he really was. “I call and he doesn’t answer. I went to the compound and they told me I’m no longer welcome.”

“Steve…”

“I guess that whole year we were together and he told me he loved me was all bullshit. Especially if he can throw me away so easily.”

“He’s in a lot of pain—”

“And we’re not?”, Steve snaps. 

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to play victim when you left me to. I haven’t heard from you either, Steve. Why have YOU stayed away?!”

“Because it hurts too much! I love you both but what he’s involved in right now could get you killed. It almost did! You guys think I’m this big tough cop but seeing him get beaten the way he was… seeing you fucking shaking in his arms with those bruises on your neck… it kills me! I feel like I failed you both.”

As he wiped the tears he tried to hide, you did the same before turning to fully face him. 

“They, or at least Hopper, thinks you may be working for Allen.”

“What?”

“The dots he’s connected brought him to that conclusion and with the three cops that have apparently wound-up dead—”

“I guess it’s not that big of leap but, Jesus, I’m not that much of an asshole. From the research I’ve done, I think those three plus Officer Douglas were the only ones in my precinct who worked for him. He may have some guards in the prison on his side especially with how easy it was to move Gabe and Eddie around to get them in the same block.”

When you become silent, he can’t help but release a heavy sigh. 

“Thank you for telling me what they know. I’m still always working to keep you both safe.”

As he reaches for the door handle, your hand grabs his wrist. 

“I may have an idea of how we can help him and we may only have to kill one more person.”

“We?”

“I want to help, Steve. I love him to.”

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“Miss Y/L/N, I’m sorry but… I was told to not allow anyone that isn’t a part of his crew up to the loft especially you or Mr. Harrington here.”

“I’m not asking for permission, Marcus. We’re going up there whether he likes it or not but I was hoping we could avoid any theatrics.”, you replied with a hard tone. 

Sighing, he leaned over to call upstairs but before he could say a word you took the phone from his hand. 

“Eddie, Steve and I need to talk to you.”

“I have nothing to say to either of you and there’s nothing I want to hear.”

“You said you loved us. The least you could do is face us one more time. Or is little gangster too scared?”

His growl reverberated through the receiver before you handed it back to the gentleman who nodded and tilted his head towards the elevators. 

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

“More than ever.”

“Ok. If for any reason, you get uncomfortable or scared, tell me and I’ll—”

“Protect me. I know, Steve. Don’t worry. After the month I’ve had, I can handle anything he throws my way.”

When you both finally arrived on the top floor, you took one last long breath and entered his apartment. The smell smacked you in the face immediately, the scent of sweat, alcohol, and blood. His loft was a mess with papers and clothes thrown haphazardly everywhere. There was a chair placed in the middle of the living room with dried stains of his last victim underneath. 

What killed you was the photos strewn along his coffee table of a young Eddie with his mother with a big smile painting his face. 

The man himself was in his kitchen with a seeming calm demeanor as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. Wearing only his black sweats, you were able to see that his bruises and burns were all mostly healed.

“I see you DO listen to me sometimes when I talk.”, you start as you gesture towards his chest. 

“Is that why you’re here, doc? For a checkup? That usually doesn’t require a police escort.”

“That’s not why we’re here but it’s good to know physically you’re feeling better since you didn’t feel the need to update either of the people who love you.”

“Hm. Well, I’m busy so what the fuck do you both want?”

Steve chuckles beside you but even you can hear the pain hidden underneath. 

“Still easy to cast aside huh? Even with us right in front of you.”

“You two have each other and I have my team. You’ll survive.”

“I haven’t seen either of you in over a month.” Eddie’s demeanor falters slightly at your admission giving you slight hope you can reach the man you met before. “Steve said it was a probably a mistake bringing me into your world and like you he left. I get to watch you fall apart all by myself.”

“Is that really why you haven’t reached out to her? To keep her safe?”, the gangster asks. 

“Was I wrong? Between your fucking killing spree, detectives accusing me of working with your father—”

“What?”

“Hopper called me in today asking about the most recent deaths and then asked about Steve. The coincidences he sees drew him to that conclusion.”

“Fucking idiot.”

“I know.”, you agree with Eddie. “We want to use that to our advantage though. I was thinking Steve could make Allen believe the same thing.”

Eddie cackled at your suggestion to a mocking degree as he placed his hand on his stomach to control the laughter. 

“Oh my god, sweetheart. That is the best joke I’ve heard in a long time.”

“Why? Why would it be so unbelievable for him to work with your father?”

“So you’re going to go undercover, Stevie? You’re going to do what he asks to get him to trust you like murdering innocent people; people like Y/N.”

“I’m not innocent. Not anymore thanks to you two.”, you growl. 

“You’d be surprised what I’m capable of after finding out a year of my life was wasted on a man who didn’t fucking love me.”

Again, the gangster’s hardened image faltered, visibly so as his eye lids fluttered and he sauntered backwards to refill his drink. 

“You think I didn’t love you?”

“I haven’t heard from you, Edward. After everything I’ve done for you and you just disappear without so much as a fucking goodbye? To be honest, after what I’ve witnessed recently, working for your dad will be a piece of cake since you want to be like him.”

“That shit… doesn’t hurt me anymore. Do you know why?”, he asks as he steps closer to you both. “Because I am better than my father ever was and now everyone else will know that to. If you cross me and align yourself with him, I have an answer for that.” Eddie pulls out his gun and places it under the officer’s chin. “And if you want to go play with his team have at it but if I find you robbing one of MY buildings or killing anyone on MY team, I’ll make an example out of you to.”

It was your turn to laugh as both men glanced your way. 

“I don’t mean to laugh but it’s just so cute. Little gangster playing tough like his daddy. God, Eddie, when I first met you, you were a man to be respected. So many people were in your corner because of how you ran this city. Now you’re just this little boy pretending. You became exactly what Allen believed you were…weak.”

Stomping in your direction, his fingers wrapped around your throat as he pushed you back hard against the wall. 

“You need to shut your fucking mouth before I do it for you.”

“Yeah? Do it then.”

Something flashes through his eyes then, a mixture of the man you fell in love with and the boy wanting justice against the person who continually hurt him from childhood to now. Releasing his grip, he slowly backed away from you but right as he turned around, you placed your body in front him. 

“Come on, Eddie! You said when I met you that you and Steve had tempers that most women couldn’t handle. Well, I can, trust me. I can handle anything after what you both have put me through!”, you huffed as you shoved his chest hard. “What about you, Steve, huh? Or are you as much of a pussy as he is now?!”

The officer knew what you were doing. If you couldn’t engage the gangster, maybe, pushing his partner would entice him enough. His beautiful eyes penetrated yours and you saw the question within them. 

Are you sure?

“Please…”

As soon as the words left your mouth, his eyes darkened and you were once again confronted with the version of him you hadn’t seen since he pointed a gun in your face asking you to help the man he loved.

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Steve’s feet slammed loudly against the hardwood as he made a beeline your way and grabbed your throat just below your jaw. 

“You think we’re pussies, little girl?” When your head tried to turn to see if Eddie was even paying attention, the officer forcefully yanked you closer till his nose was practically touching yours. “No. Don’t look at him. Look at me. I’m asking the fucking question. I said do you think we’re pussies?” Answer. Me.”

“Yes.”, you answered roughly as you clung to his wrist. “You made me believe you loved me. You told me I was safe with you! You lied to me!”

“No.”, Eddie’s rugid tone responded beside you. “We warned you. We kill people. I kill people and don’t even think twice about it. I’m a bad man, sweetheart, raised by an even worse one. This past month I have proven to him and everyone else that I’M now above him. I’m someone to be feared. You should be afraid of me, Y/N.”

You’d be lying if you didn’t say the way he was speaking was scaring you but you tried to keep your resolve. 

“I’m not.”

“You will be.” Abruptly, he shoved you to the sofa and climbed on top of you. You fought against him, your hand connecting to his face hard before he returned the favor and pinned your wrists above your head. After pushing your legs open with his knee, he rolled his hips allowing his hardening cock to rub against your pant covered core through his sweats. 

Even with all the layers, he ground himself in just the right way to hit your clit making you groan. 

“Eddie.”

“Fuck, that’s it, little whore. Moan my name.”

Fingers appeared above you and you glanced up to see Steve leaning to lift your shirt while the gangster took the opportunity to yank off your pants blocking his way. After pushing down his sweats enough to free his length, he maneuvered up your body till he was hovering over your face. 

“Open.” You try and push against his hold on your hands but he doesn’t relent. “Open. Now.”

When you do what he commands, he mercilessly guides his cock between your parted lips. The sound of your gags mixes with his grunts as he thrusts his hips. 

“Goddamn it. That’s right, Y/N. We trained you good. Fuck. Breathe…breathe through your nose—”

When his voice cut off, you opened your eyes to see both men passionately kissing each other above you. Steve’s face softened for a moment as if he was glad to be able to taste the man he loved again before remembering everything he had been through as well. 

“Look at you, baby. Being in charge…just like your father…a ruthless killer.”

“I’m better than he—mmm—ever was.”

“Oh, yeah? Show me. Show me what better looks like.” Eddie’s palm curled around the back of Steve’s neck and in return the officer leaned his forehead against his. “Come on, honey. You’re someone to be feared now, right? Show me. You already showed me you don’t love me; that you could use me. Use me again.”

At the accusation, the gangster tackled the other man to the ground and pinned his arms to the floor as you coughed, panting trying to catch your breath. You watched as they wrestled each other before Eddie flipped him onto his stomach, reached underneath him to unbuckle his belt, and pull down his pants to his ankles. 

The sound they both made when Eddie guided his cock inside of him was a mixture of passion and pain. The pain of them missing how the other felt but the euphoria of being able to feel them again. You slid down to the floor, placing yourself beside them and tenderly ran your fingers through Steve’s hair as he moaned while the gangster slammed into him roughly. 

Eddie’s breath warmed the back of your hand as he laid down flat on the other man’s back and rolled his hips as he clung to his chest. 

“This is…who I am…Steven. Who—fuck—who I have to…be.”

The officer shook his head as his own fingers above his head squeaked as he dragged them along the floor beneath him. 

“Excuses… Y-You’re afraid.”

“What the fuck do I have to be afraid of.”, Eddie grumbled in his ear.

“…Dad.”

The gangster delivered a couple of hard thrusts that had a high-pitched whine leaving Steve’s lips. 

“I’m NOT afraid of Allen Munson.”

“No, you’re not.”, you clarified. “You’re afraid of your dad. You’re afraid of the man that hurt your mother and called you both weak. The man who sent adults after a child to jump him after school. Who hurt and tortured a little boy for not being what he deemed as perfect.”

Eddie’s rhythm slowed to almost a stop while he listened to you speak. His long hair was blocking his face but you could tell you were getting through. 

“A coward who abandoned his only son with his brother to manage a gang of men who cared even less about his child than he did.”

 A broken sob left his throat as he pushed off Steve and leaned his back against the couch. You crawled towards him, climbed into his lap, and pushed his hair back with your fingers as you kissed his forehead. 

“Baby, you’re not that same little boy. You have more control now than you think and that scares him.”, you whispered as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly to him. “That’s why he did what he did, Eddie. You’re stronger than he will ever be so he had to make you feel like a child again. Don’t let him win. Don’t become him.”

When Steve sat up and laid his head on the man’s shoulder, he turned and smashed his lips messily to his. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I do love you, Steve. I never once used you or Y/N. It killed me not having either one of you next to me. I’m sorry. I love you to, Y/N.”

Steve’s hands suddenly gripped your waist as he laid you back down on the floor and ran his cock through your folds before guiding himself into your cunt. Amber eyes locked with your own when he felt ring laced hands land on his shoulder and he grunted loudly as Eddie slid into the man above you again. 

Your legs tried to wrap around them both as they pumped their hips. Steve fell against your body as his cock hit every sensitive nerve inside you, building you up as you ran your nails through his hair and down his back. 

“I’m s-sorry, honey, for—mmm—for hurting you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Cum, Steve. I need to feel it.”

His pace hastened, his ass pushing back into Eddie who groaned and his length pushing deep into you. The sound of his heavy pants in your ear had you clenching around him till you came and he quickly followed, moaning your name as he warmed your walls with his release. With a few more rough thrusts, the gangster grunted as he spilled into his partner before collapsing on the floor beside you.

As soon as Steve pulled out of you, both men’s eyes followed you as you rose to your feet and headed to the kitchen to a get a rag to clean yourself. Coming back into the living room with a bottle of water, you threw on your shirt and panties as they quietly put on their boxers. 

“So, Steve and I were thinking that he could pretend to work for your father so we could him in front of you on your own terms so to speak.”

When you spoke your tone calm but there was a shake behind it you prayed they didn’t hear. As a doctor you were trained to hold it together under pressure. This was no different. 

“You can do whatever you want; torture him, kill him, I don’t fucking care. Whatever gets him to leave us alone. After that you can stop all this chaos and I can go back to my own life.”

“Alone?”, Eddie asked.

When you didn’t responded, their gaze shifted towards you just in time to see your eyes glaze over and your bottom lip tremble. The gangster kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his. 

“You left me… I wanted you to stay but… you left…”

“I know. I know, sweetheart and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you; both of you. You were right. I became that little boy again and just…”

“How many people have you killed in this last month, Eddie?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in fear knowing you won’t like his answer. 

“Me personally or my team?”

“Jesus Christ.”, Steve sighs as he rubs his palms over his eyes. “My department clocked a total of 23 men. Three of them cops. How many were by your hand, Ed?”

“Eight were killed by me but I tortured them all for information.”, he answers flatly as his eyes remained locked on yours. “Those eight knew about Y/N or you, Steve. Pat Chase, a lawyer for a few of the gang members around town had pictures in his suitcase of you in your cruiser and Y/N…crying behind her clinic. Calvin Thomas, junior police officer at Steve’s station, threatened to murder a couple of your patients including that little girl with asthma. Mason Fletcher, manager at one of the local mechanic stores and a friend who I helped when his wife passed away, said when Steve’s chief sent the cars for a tune up, he planned to tamper with the brakes.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened as he continued. 

“I remember each and every one of them still. Out of those 23 people, ten of them were people I trusted and do you know who commands them? Allen Munson. This is the kind of man they follow even after everything. Y/N what you’re suggesting is very dangerous but even more so because… I don’t know if I could follow through with killing him if given the chance.”

“What if you don’t have to kill him but we can still separate him from his allies. Cut the head off the snake.”

They listen as you speak, allowing the details to sink in before agreeing with what you have in mind. Taking his hand in yours, you start to head towards the stairs to guide him to his bed but are tugged back when he doesn’t move. 

“You never answered my question. When this is over…will we be over?” When your gaze shifts to the floor, Eddie wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer to him as he leans his forehead on your own. “I understand if you want to leave but if you stay, Y/N, I promise I will do whatever it takes to make sure you never feel alone or hurt like that again. I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

Your lips meet his as hug him tightly to your body while he continues to whisper apologies. 

“I’ll stay, Eddie. I forgive you.”

After the gangster prepared a bath and slowly placed you in the water, he paused when he noticed Steve’s moving was a bit more rigid than he normally is. Rising to his feet, he scanned the man over. 

“Steve, are you ok, sweetheart? Did I…was I…too rough?”

Shaking his head, the officer carefully climbed in behind you before taking you in his arms and pulling you against his chest. 

“I forgive you to, Steve Harrington.”, you murmur as you lean back to kiss his cheek. 

Placing a finger under his chin, Eddie tilts his head till Steve’s eyes meet his. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I—”

“It’s ok, honey. I’m just…sore…and tired. I missed you both.” 

The three of you sat there in silence fully absorbing the events of the last month and how things were about to get a lot harder. As you were being dried, your fingers ran over Eddie’s remaining bruises and burns.

“I’ve still been doing what you said, keeping the wounds iced and clean.”

“They look a lot better.”

Steve passed by you both and placed himself on the edge of the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head. The other man kneeled in front of him and took his hands into his own. 

“My Paladin. You do so much for me and yet I pushed you to the side. This past year, I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been and not because you help me with my organization but because you loved me for me, Steve. You don’t see a gangster or a Munson. You always saw Eddie.”

The officer’s eyes water as a heavy breath escapes him. 

“This will never happen again, baby. I promise.”, the other man coos as he straddles his lap and circles his arms around him and you watch with a small smile while they cling to each other. “I love you. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you to, nerd.”

When they finally detached, they laid down in bed, reaching for you and putting you between them. 

���Are you sure you want to go through with your plan, Y/N? It’s not going to be easy…for you or Steve.”

You nod as you tenderly reach out to caress his face and fold the officer’s hand that’s resting on your hip. 

“I’m sure.”

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Three Days Later

Allen grunts in frustration as he steps up to the glass partition and throws his body into the chair across from the man he believes to be his son’s best friend. 

“Mr. Harrington, how can I help you today? Any friend of my son is no friend of mine.”, he says all too casually as he chuckles under his breath. 

“Yeah, well, I’m not your son’s friend anymore.”, Steve growled in anger. “He took something that belonged to me. I warned him but that fucker didn’t care.”

“Oh? What did he take?”

“Y/N.”

Allen’s eyes widened in amusement as he crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. 

“Jesus. This woman must be fucking special. How did she end up with him and not you?”

“I saw her first when she helped me at her clinic. After Eddie was hurt, I took him there so she could help him to. I didn’t expect it to become romantic. I told that fucker I loved her and she was mine but he still went after her. I did everything I could to split them up but, unfortunately, she’s loyal.”

“Hm. Sounds like my wife; weak. So what exactly do you want, officer?”

“It’s not so much what I want but what you do. I want to help you take Eddie out of the game.”

Allen laughed as well as a few of the guards who could hear the conversation. 

“You want to help me? Why don’t you just arrest him again and bring him in?”

“On what? All the charges we have aren’t sticking and even though he’s running around killing your people, he’s not leaving anything incriminating behind.” At Steve’s mention of the men he was losing, the prisoner grumbled low as he glared at him. “He’s going to keep coming at you till either all your people are dead or he is. I can help you, Allen.”

The man thinks for a long moment before smirking his way. 

“How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this isn’t something my son conjured up.”

“Well, one, Eddie isn’t that fucking smart and two, I did something you haven’t been able to in almost 2 months.”

“Yeah, Harrington, and what’s that?”

“I killed Y/N.”

Allen’s head tilts as he tries to hide his shock at the officer’s statement as the other man smirks his way. 

“How’d you do that?”

“I slit her throat in his apartment.”, Steve answered as his smile grew. “You should have heard the way Eddie cried over her. That’s what that selfish asshole gets. She was mine.”

No longer amused, the prisoner leaned on his elbows and met the officer’s angry expression with one of his own. 

“I don’t believe you.”

A loud thump filled the area as Steve smacked a Polaroid picture against the glass. 

“I thought you might say that. She’s buried next to his mother if you want to go look. Oh wait…”, he teases sarcastically as he gestures to the prison. 

Loud shouting startles the guards as a door flies open just in time for Eddie’s father to see them tackling Wayne to the ground. 

“What the fuck did you do, Allen!? She was a good woman and you took her away from him! You fucking asshole! Get off me!”

“Self-righteous prick.” Allen thinks for a moment as he fully takes in the man in front of him. “Ok, Steven. Ok, I may have some use for you.”

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Splintered — Chapter 3

Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Doctor Who, Loki TV series (crossover) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: N/A, but I plan to keep it as friendly to both Lokius and Sylkie as I can. Characters: The Doctor, Ruby Sunday, Mobius, Ouroboros, B-15, Casey (Sylvie coming in later) Summary: The Doctor and Ruby find themselves in a strange universe where the timelines are controlled by the God of Mischief. Is it any surprise that the TVA needs help from a Time Lord?

Chapter Index: Chapter 1: I Have a Bad Feeling About This — Length: 2906 words Chapter 2: Ghost Squirrel — Length: 2738 words Chapter 3: Splintered (this post) — Length: 2852 words Chapter 4: Getting the Band Back Together — Length: 2496 words Chapter 5: Intervention — Length: 2496 words

B-15 and Ruby surveyed the destruction around them. Papers were strewn all over the floor, with chairs overturned, folders shredded, coffee cups shattered, and someone’s lunch splattered all over a computer console. A handful of office workers tried to set things to rights, mournfully sorting through papers and wiping down the desks.

“So it just came in here, caused this mess, and then left?” B-15 asked a young woman in a brown vest and thick glasses.

“Um, yeah, except it just sort of appeared in the middle of the room,” the worker replied. “And then it disappeared again. I saw a guy in the elevator do something like that a while back, but this wasn’t quite as…gross.”

“Was anybody hurt?” Ruby asked her.

“No, but I lost an entire day’s worth of work.”

B-15 sighed. “Alright. Thanks Brenda. We’re looking into it.” Brenda went back to cleaning up.

“So it’s still not attacking people. That’s something, at least,” Ruby said. “What she said about the man in the elevator…could that be related?”

“I think she was talking about Loki, when he was timeslipping,” B-15 answered. “That was pretty disturbing, but nothing like what people are describing here.” Her TemPad beeped and she glanced at the screen. “The techs have some residual energy readings consistent with magic use, but the dampeners are making it difficult to get anything more specific.”

“And turning them off would be a bad idea, yeah?” Ruby asked.

B-15 nodded. “If this is some sort of attack, we don’t want to make it easier for whoever’s doing this.”

Ruby paused, then said, “Okay, I’m just putting this out there… Could Loki be doing this? I mean, this qualifies as mischief, right?”

“Well, I suppose he could — he’s outside of the TVA and he has that kind of power — but I’m not convinced he would.” B-15 gestured at the mess around them. “This is just mindless chaos. He usually did things for a reason, and I can’t think of any reason he’d want to attack the TVA.” Her expression darkened. “Besides, if he’s had a change of heart, I hate to say it, but he probably wouldn’t go out of his way to avoid hurting people.”

Ruby’s eyes widened. “He was that bad?” B-15 nodded. “Okay, next question… Does this have something to do with what’s happening to the branches?”

“A lot of strange things have been happening lately. First, branches start getting cut off at the root. Second, a ghost squirrel is wreaking havoc all over the place. And third,” she looked pointedly at Ruby, “two strangers show up in a blue box, claiming to be from another universe. I don’t like coincidences.”

“I swear to you, the Doctor and I don’t have anything to do with this. We’re just trying to help.”

“I’m inclined to believe you, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t keep my mind open to all possibilities.”

Ruby nodded. “Of course. I understand. So, what now?”

“Maybe your friend can get us some more useful information about what’s happening at the roots. At least then we might have some idea if it’s connected to the squirrel.” B-15 chuckled and shook her head. “The things I hear myself saying these days. Working here used to be so much simpler. I mean…evil, but simpler.” ----------------------------------------------------------------

“Alright, that’s the last of them,” the Doctor said as he climbed out from under the Tardis console. “Let’s fire her up and go visit your friend in the tree.”

“Can we do that?” Mobius asked excitedly. “Actually go talk to him?”

“Oh, sorry, I meant that figuratively. I don’t know if it’s even possible to get to him. My guess is he’s in the densest part of the trunk — we probably can’t fly through there without damaging the timelines, and it would be too risky to try to materialize inside of it. That much chronon radiation would confuse the Tardis sensors.”

“Oh, right, of course.” Mobius tried to hide his disappointment, but the Doctor took note and silently resolved to keep an eye out for any opportunity to engineer a reunion.

The Doctor pulled a lever on the console. The Tardis groaned as it dematerialized, and Mobius looked around nervously. “Is it supposed to sound like that?”

“My favorite sound in the universe,” the Doctor replied, grinning. “Any universe.”

After a few moments, the groaning stopped, only to start right back up. “Short hop,” the Doctor said as the groaning died down again. He flicked a switch on the console and Yggdrasil appeared on the wall screen.

Mobius stared at the image on the monitor, his expression unreadable. The Doctor left him to his thoughts as he brought them closer, heading toward the roots of Yggdrasil. The bright ‘foliage’ at the top disappeared from view as the darker, murky underside filled the screen. Formless dark clouds drifted in the space between the thick roots, which were further apart than the branches above. The Doctor was able to pilot them through the roots to position the Tardis directly below the center of the tree. The view on the screen panned slowly around.

“So what are we looking for?” Mobius asked.

“Not a clue, mate. This is brand new territory for me.  Basically, we’re looking for anything that could endanger the branches.”

“Right. Got it.”

They continued watching. Everything seemed still and peaceful.

“Hard to believe we’re looking at the beginning of everything,” Mobius said. “Everything that ever existed or will exist, in any timeline. It all starts here. At least, that’s what they told us at the briefing after— what was that?”

“What was what?”

“I thought I saw something move. Can you move the camera back a bit?”

The Doctor turned a knob and the view panned in the opposite direction.

“There! Did you see it? Like a flash of green. Behind that cloud.”

“Yeah. I saw it. Let’s take a closer look.” The Doctor used the sonic to zoom in on the image. An elongated strand of green emerged from the darkness of the cloud, twisting and moving between the roots of Yggdrasil, wrapping itself around them. The Doctor moved to the console viewscreen and typed a series of commands. “Whatever it is, it’s pure energy, but the sensors can’t determine what kind.”

“Pretty sure I can tell you that. It looks exactly like Loki’s magic.”

“I’m going to get closer, see if we can get more detail.” The Doctor piloted the Tardis toward the anomaly until it filled the screen. At one end of the glowing strand, they could make out a distinctly snake-like head.

“You think that’s what’s damaging the roots?” Mobius asked.

“It doesn’t seem to be doing anything at the moment,” the Doctor answered. “But this is ringing a bell. I need to check the Tardis database, but…”

He typed in another command and scanned the results. “Right, of course!” he yelled excitedly, startling his companion. “It’s Nidhogg, the serpent that gnaws at the base of the World Tree!” He knocked his own head a couple of times with the flat of his hand. “I should have thought of that. Granted, it’s been ages since I visited the Norse. I’m getting old.”

Mobius laughed. “Old? Pfft. What are you, twenty-five, thirty? Talk to me when you hit fifty, pal.”

“I’m older than I look. As are you, I suspect.”

“Got me there.”

“Wait,” the Doctor said, stepping back and staring into space, hands raised in front of him. “No!” He turned around. “Yes, of course, that’s it!” He turned back, punched the air, and pointed at Mobius. “Ratatoskr!”

“Excuse me?” Mobius backed away a little, clearly worried that his life was now in the hands of a madman.

“The squirrel. Don’t you see? The squirrel is Ratatoskr. It runs around the tree, talking to an eagle at the top, then back down to the roots where it talks to Nidhogg. It delivers messages between the two, but it’s mischievous so it lies about what the other said, just to aggravate them.”

“Okay, so does the eagle have a weird name too?”

“Probably, but nobody knows what it is.”

“Right. So what now?”

“Now, we check out the top of the tree. Bet you anything we find our nameless eagle up there.”

Mobius shrugged. “Sure, why not?” He seemed anything but convinced. He watched the wall screen as they moved out from under the tree, followed the trunk up, then navigated around the edges of the branches.

“It really is beautiful, isn’t it?” Mobius said quietly.

“Breathtaking.” When they reached the top, the Doctor added, “I’m scanning for the same energy signature we got from the serpent, but the whole tree is giving off some amount of it — which makes sense if Loki is the source. Just need to look for a spot where it’s more concentrated. There!” He changed the view on the wall screen and zoomed in on an area at the very top of the tree.

Eventually, they could make out a greenish blob that slowly resolved into the shape of an eagle, perched on the top-most branch and staring out into the empty nothingness.

“So what does the eagle do?” Mobius asked.

“Nothing much, at least according to the mythology. It just keeps watch over the tree.”

Some movement caught their attention and they watched as another greenish blob moved close to the eagle. When it stopped, they could make out a distinct squirrel-shape. “Jackpot!” the Doctor yelled, startling Mobius once again.

After a few moments, the squirrel began to scurry back down into the tree. The Doctor frantically typed in some more commands.

“What are you doing?”

“Locking onto the squirrel’s signature. We need to follow it and see what it does. We can’t get into the branches there, but we should be able to catch up with it when it reaches the trunk.”

They eventually spotted the squirrel on the trunk of the tree and followed it all the way down into the roots, where it stopped next to the serpent. Again, the squirrel paused for a few moments, then scurried off again and vanished. Probably making another visit to the TVA, the Doctor thought. Nidhogg, meanwhile, began to thrash wildly and wrapped itself tightly around one of the roots. The magical serpent began to gnaw its way through the root.

“It’s killing it!” Mobius exclaimed. “Can’t you stop it?”

The Doctor shook his head sadly. “Nothing I can do, Mobius. The Tardis isn’t equipped for that sort of thing, and I’d probably just cause more damage if I tried.”

They watched helplessly as the serpent gnawed through the root entirely, causing both ends to darken and wither.

Mobius sighed. “Well, now we know what’s happening to the roots.”

“Yeah.”

“And there’s nothing we can do?”

The Doctor thought for a moment, then said, “Tell me more about your friend. You know him better than anyone, right? What motivates him? What makes him tick?”

“Whew, it’s complicated. He’s complicated. That could take all day.”

“If you had to sum him up briefly?”

“Well, I—“

The phone on the console rang and the Doctor punched a button next to it. “Ruby! How are things at the TVA?”

Ruby’s voice came out of the console speaker. “Not much to report. A lot of messes, but nobody’s been hurt. They still think it’s magic—”

“Yeah, we just confirmed that.”

“You saw it at the tree too?”

“Yep, along with a couple of its mates.”

“Did you find out what’s happening to the roots?”

“Yes,” the Doctor answered, nodding to Mobius. “We’re heading back your way shortly. Much to discuss. Take care, babes. See ya soon.”

“Bye for now!” Ruby answered, and the call disconnected.

The Doctor turned to Mobius. “So you were saying? About Loki?”

Mobius shook his head. “Honestly, I don’t even know where to start.”

“Let me ask you this, then. Do you know if he was prone to self-deception?”

Mobius burst out laughing. “If I were a psychologist, I could write a book on that topic alone and make a fortune. I mean, Loki lied to everyone, all the time, but especially to himself.”

“Go on.”

“He actually had the nerve to accuse me of doing that. I mean, okay, he was right, but still… “ Mobius checked himself and continued. “Anyway, yeah. He had a really hard time being honest with himself, especially about what he really wanted. He was getting better, though.”

The Doctor smiled. “It probably didn’t hurt that he had a good friend helping him, someone who really knew him and cared about him.”

“Well, it wasn’t just me. Sylvie probably had a lot to do with it too.”

“Friends can make all the difference. Believe me, I know.”

Mobius nodded.

“Did he used to spend a lot of time alone?” the Doctor asked.

“He did, but that was part of the self-deception, I think. He’d been told over and over that he deserved to be alone, would always be alone, and I guess he eventually believed it. So he would do everything he could to push people away before they could push him away. But he didn’t really want to be alone.”

“And then,” the Doctor mused, “just when he’d found a group of friends who didn’t push him away, he sentenced himself to an eternity of solitary confinement, for their sake.” He shook his head. “And they used to call me the Lonely God.”

“Right. Yeah.” Mobius swallowed hard. “So, what are you getting at, exactly?”

“I have a hunch. Total solitude isn’t healthy for anyone. Probably not even a god. We all need friends, or family, to keep us from spiraling. Help us see what’s important, what’s real and what isn’t.”

“And?”

“So what if your friend is struggling, all alone in there? He did this,” the Doctor gestured at the image of Yggdrasil on the wall screen, “for the noblest of reasons, holding your entire multiverse together, but maybe he’s finding it harder to hold himself together. I think maybe his psyche is splintered.”

“Splintered?”

“The eagle, the squirrel, and the serpent are clearly coming from him, his magic. What if the eagle is his best self, keeping the multiverse safe? And the serpent represents his darker, destructive impulses. And the squirrel, well, that has ‘mischief’ written all over it — especially with what it’s been doing at the TVA — but it’s also self-deception. It’s him unconsciously lying to himself, so that the serpent is undermining everything he set out to do.”

Mobius blew out a breath. “That makes sense, but if that’s the case, what can we do?”

“We have to come up with some way to communicate with him. Help him pull himself back together. Problem is, I scanned the tree while we were exploring. There’s no way I can get to him in the Tardis.”

“Damn.”

“If we just had a way to use the branches — or better yet, the roots — to talk with him… I don’t know how we’d manage that, though. A timeline isn’t like a wire you can just send signals through, and going into the timelines, well, it would just filter through as noise. And even if he heard it, it would only be one-way.”

Mobius stared unhappily at the image on the screen. A dark cloud slowly moved across, temporarily obscuring the view, and his expression brightened. “Wait… I think there might be a way to contact him!”

“What’s that?”

“Sylvie. She has this ability to enchant people, or creatures, to read their memories, or control them. Maybe she could use it to send and receive messages through the roots.”

The Doctor looked skeptical. “Enchant an entire timeline? I’m not keen on that idea, even if it’s possible.”

Mobius shook his head. “Not that. I don’t know exactly how it works, but she managed to enchant a giant cloud monster once, so maybe things don’t have to be solidly connected. If she could just use the timelines to touch Loki’s mind, maybe it could work.”

“Would she do it? From what B-15 told us, she doesn’t want to work with the TVA.”

“Pretty sure she’d do it for Loki. And the multiverse. This whole thing, bringing back free will, was her glorious purpose long before Loki entered into it.”

“Glorious purpose?”

“It’s, um, a Loki thing. They’re all convinced that they’re ’burdened with glorious purpose’.” Glancing at the wall screen, Mobius added. “Some of them are more right than others.”

He paused for a moment and seemed to deflate. “There’s just one problem with the idea. Enchantment requires physical contact. She’d have to actually touch one of the roots, and she told us she doesn’t have the ability to do that. She couldn’t understand why Loki could, but if Casey and O.B. are right about him being unmoored from time and space, maybe that explains it.”

The Doctor smiled. “I think I can help with that.”

“Good, good. We’d better get back to the TVA. The council will want to know what’s happening — and somebody will need to talk to Sylvie.” Go to the next chapter

[she-karev]

The Pregnant Resident (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Imagine)

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Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Three of Four

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 19 Episode 2

Summary: Benson Kwan says the ‘Q’ word in the pit causing Amber to get annoyed as a massive trauma is called in. Amber becomes fed up with Teddy and Owen fighting in the pit and yells at them setting them straight.

Words: 1508

September 12th, 2022

Amber slumps on the chair behind the nurse’s station at the pit finally able to relax after checking out five patients that came in. It would have been ten but Benson Kwan proved to be useful after all taking half of Amber’s load and treating them accordingly under his chief resident’s watch.

Mika Yasuda was ordered back into Hunt’s service by Altman and despite her growing frustration Amber let her do it since she didn’t want her hormones to make her jobless. Over the past twelve hours in the pit Hunt and Altman have been bickering nonstop in the middle of the pit and it made her patients request being moved to a private room.

She didn’t blame them of course, ever since Hunt has been suspended by the medical board Altman has been on his case 24/7 and making her resentment evident to him and everyone else in the hospital. It got so bad her baby kicks every time one of them raises their voices. Amber thinks the baby is trying to look for a way out of the cringing situation not that she can blame her.

Kwan puts a can of ginger ale in front of Amber and gives her a grin, “Ginger ale at your request Dr. DeLuca.”

Amber mumbles thanks before opening the can and gulps the soda greedily.

Kwan sees his chance to ask a question, “So Dr. DeLuca-”

Amber interrupts him with a loud belch that last for a second and takes Kwan by surprise as he looks disturbed that such a burp can come from a woman.

Amber groans at the burp, “Sorry never get pregnant unless you want to be disgusting 24/7.”

Kwan clears his throat, “It’s fine I’m gonna have to get used to it if I want to be a doctor. I was gonna ask if I could watch Chase’s surgery from the gallery. I’ve already handled your half and the pit is pretty quiet so-”

Amber stops him with a hard set down of her soda can causing him to stop and look shocked by the sudden change in her demeanor, “Did you really just say the 'Q' word during my ER shift?”

Kwan looks confused and speaks to clarify, “What word? Qu-”

Amber stammers in anger to stop him from saying it again and his eyes widen at it, “Stop! Listen to me intern I know you were still sipping apple juice when Michael Jackson died so you don’t know the secrets around hospital procedures. You do not under any circumstances ever use the ‘Q’ word while on shift. That is like walking under a ladder or talking about a no hitter at a dugout.”

“I didn’t think you were superstitious.”

“It is not superstition it is fact!” Kwan is startled by Amber yelling that is interrupted by the multiple phones on the station ringing that the nurses answer and Amber picks hers up while she glares at Kwan who looks frightened by the coincidence, “Grey Sloan Emergency…uh-huh…uh-huh…okay we’ll set up a triage unit when you get here and set up OR’s. Bring the most critical up front and we’ll get trauma to the bay right now.”

Amber hangs up and growls under her breath at Kwan who swallows and asks uneasily, “Who was that?”

“Massive MVC on the highway. Ambulances are twenty minutes out and so far; we have 28 patients incoming because you jinxed us!” Amber quickly pages the residents and interns to the pit, “I am gonna get Hunt and Altman so we can set up a second triage unit in the clinic where you are gonna treat minor injuries.”

Kwan sighs, “Dr. DeLuca I-”

“Nope!” Kwan quiets, “You and your big mouth are going into the deep end because I am worried your gonna induce labor in me while I try to save people. Now go to the clinic and make sure we’re stocked up on gauzes and syringes and have Dr. Marsh come and monitor you guys while I set things up here. Go!”

Kwan groans but does as he’s told and heads to the clinic. Qadri, Parker and Schmitt walk up to Amber who is on the phone with paramedics to know who should be first on the scene.

“Hey we got your page what’s up?” Parker asks.

“Damn intern jinxed us. He said the 'Q' word and now we have multiple MVC’s incoming, their 18 minutes out.”

“Who uses the 'Q' word in the pit?” Levi asks frustrated as well, “It’s like saying Voldemort and he actually shows up at Hogwarts.”  

“I need residents and attendings for serious injuries and interns for non-serious.” Amber looks around the pit and groans frustrated, “Where the hell are Hunt and Altman? The one time I want to be around them!”

Qadri looks up at the trauma room in the corner where Hunt and Altman are clearly arguing with Andrew DeLuca as an awkward stand by in the corner, “They’re in the trauma room arguing and I think your husband is in there too.”

Amber growls and holds the phone out to Schmitt, “Take this while I get Hunt, coordinate with the paramedics and page who we need. Parker start setting up the second triage unit and work with Hunt after I drag him out by his ear. Qadri you and I are going to the ambulance bay and sending patients to either the OR, trauma room or the ER beds. It’s gonna be a busy night guys.”

Qadri sighs, “Maybe Taryn wasn’t crazy to switch to bartending after all.”

Levi takes Amber’s place and talks to the paramedics. Amber quickly walks out of the station and heads inside the trauma room where she frowns at Hunt and Altman fighting at a time like this. Also, she’s angry her husband got pulled into this.

“I didn’t intubate him Yasuda did I talked her through it!”

“And that makes it better!” Altman yells back at Hunt, “You let an intern do a procedure she never did before instead of taking a second to call DeLuca because your ego was too fragile?”

“There wasn’t time to call DeLuca!”

“Guys.” Amber tries to stop them, but they ignore her.

“No there was!” Teddy yells back, “He was only two rooms away and you didn’t think to page him or me!”

“Unlike you I know not to take attendings away from their own patients!”

Andrew addresses Amber, “They’ve been at this for ten minutes I don’t know if they notice they’re not the only ones here.”

Altman retorts back to Amber’s annoyance, “Attendings that wouldn’t be called away if the medical committee didn’t feel that you needed to be supervised 24/7 after they suspended your license! And then you left an intern in charge of tubing a patient do you really think your actions have absolutely no consequences for you and your family?!”

“ENOUGH!” Amber bellows out so loud the couple stop and look shocked at how loud her voice goes. The windows are open so the nurses, residents and interns who just arrived stop and look at the scene.

Amber pays not attention as she addresses Hunt and Altman, “We are running an emergency department, not an episode of Marriage Boot Camp. I don’t give a fuck about Hunt’s suspended license or Altman’s need to emasculate him every minute of the fucking day!” Hunt tries to speak but Amber gets ahead of him, “You even speak one word while I’m on a roll and I will rip your throat out and shove it down your wife’s!”

Hunt closes his mouth and Altman sees the multiple staffers looking in and feels embarrassed being yelled at by a resident, “I don’t care if my husband is supposed to babysit Sergeant Ginger here instead of treating his own patients. I care about the multiple MVC patients that are 15 minutes out and the ambulances about to line up halfway around the damn block! And while I am about to do that, I am six months pregnant and coming off a 12-hour shift!”

Andrew purses his lips at his wife getting to the point that makes Hunt and Altman look guilty as she continues, “So stop fighting and get your heads in the game! Do it like lives are at stake because they are. And get me more staff and more beds and a second triage unit so we can start helping people right now!”

With that Amber walks out the door leaving Hunt and Altman to freeze for a moment in shock that pisses Amber off more as she stands outside the doorway.

“NOW!” The single word snaps Hunt and Altman as they run out the door along with DeLuca who grins at his wife’s passionate attitude that she ignores as she gets a trauma gown.

The residents are still at the station with Qadri smiling in victory and says to the boys, “I win, you owe me 50 bucks boys.” Parker and Schmitt groan as Qadri walks away to join Amber in the ambulance bay.

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[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 13: Budding Spring - Episode 29: Romeo and Julius ~ Rosso e Blu ~

!! this and the next two chapters are the play! due to the movement and sound effects involved, it's best enjoyed when read along in-game!

[Buzzer sounds, the curtain lifts]

Businessman: “Thank you. You were a big help.”

Romeo (Sakuya): “You’re welcome! Call me again next time you go peddling!”

Businessman: “Yeah, I’ll be counting on you.”

Julius (Masumi): “Good work.”

Romeo: “Oh, did you get back just now, Julius? How did it go today?”

Julius: “The young master was in an awful mood.”

Romeo: “Guess being a private tutor isn’t easy either.”

Julius: “How did it go on your end?”

Romeo: “No problem. The products, the client and I are all unscathed!”

Julius: “You’re becoming a pretty popular choice amongst those looking for a bodyguard.”

Romeo: “I’m glad we can both put our skills to good use.”

Rogue: “Hey! Hurry the hell up!”

Julius: “That’s a commotion if I’ve ever seen one.”

Romeo: “It’s coming from over there.”

[Romeo walks away]

Julius: “H-Hey, wait. Don’t stick your nose into anything and everything–”

-

Rogue: “We’re tellin’ you to hurry and give us your money!”

Gildo (Chikage): “*groans*…”

Romeo: “Hey! Cut that out!”

Rogue: “Ahhh?”

Julius: “Do you even realize you’re also a wanted man?”

Romeo: “I can’t just let that go.”

Rogue: “What’re you whispering about? If you’ve got no business here, get the hell out!”

[Romeo draws his sword]

Romeo: “That’s my line!”

[The rogue draws his sword]

Rogue: “— — Ugh.”

[Romeo’s hood falls off as he dodges an attack. A sword fight ensues]

Julius: “Can you walk?”

Gildo: “— — Y-Yeah. Thanks.”

Rogue: “Dammit, move!”

[Julius’s hood falls off]

Julius: “Haaa!”

[A fight ensues]

Izumi: (You can see their growth even in a short sword fight like this…)

Izumi: (It’s thanks to the experience Sakuya-kun and Masumi-kun have gained that they can shock the audience with their growth.)

Rogue: “— — Hiiie.”

[The rogue runs away]

Romeo: “Go find a more respectable job!”

Romeo: “Hey, are you alright?”

Gildo: “... *groans*”

Julius: “Seems like he hurt his foot. Romeo, support him from that side.”

Romeo: “Where do you live? We’ll take you there.”

Gildo: “Sorry for all this.”

-

Romeo: “Should we treat your wounds? Or should we call the doctor?”

Gildo: “No… Thank you. I’m Gildo, what are your names?”

Romeo: “I’m Romeo Montague. He’s Julius Capulet.”

Gildo: “— — Montague? Capulet…”

Julius: “Don’t give our names out like it’s nothing.”

Romeo: “Ah–”

Gildo: “...”

Julius: “Is something wrong?”

Gildo: “No, thanks for saving me. I’ll be fine on my own from here on out.”

Romeo: “But if you can’t walk–”

Gildo: “Please leave.”

Romeo: “You sure?”

Julius: “... Let’s go, Romeo.”

Romeo: “Take care.”

-

Romeo: “I hope he’ll be okay.”

Julius: “His reaction when he heard our names was strange. Maybe he’s–”

Romeo: “Ah, you over there, excuse me. Do you have a moment?”

Neighbor: “?”

Julius: “Hey, Romeo. Listen when people are talking to you.”

Romeo: “Do you happen to know Gildo, who lives in the house over there?”

Romeo: “He hurt his foot, so he might be a little inconvenienced. Could I ask you to watch over him for a while?”

Neighbor: “The house over there? Ahhh, old man Giorgio and his Gildo. Who are you lot?”

Romeo: “We were passing by as Gildo was being attacked by thieves and saved him.”

Neighbor: “Thieves!? Gildo’s got nothing they can steal.”

Neighbor: “I think the late old Giorgio used to work as a chamberlain for a feudal lord in Verona, but you can tell by looking at the house. Gildo’s got nothing to his name now.”

Romeo: “Eh…?”

Neighbor: “Some people sure do horrible things. I’ll look over Gildo’s condition in a bit. Thanks, you two.”

Romeo: “Ah, no…”

Julius:  “That’s what I thought…”

Romeo: “Gildo’s grandpa worked in Verona. What a coincidence!”

Julius: “Maybe Gildo knows about us.”

Julius: “That could be why he was so shocked when he heard our names. There’s a chance he’ll tip us off”

Romeo: “No way!”

Julius: “Best we be careful.”

Romeo: “Should we come see him again tomorrow, then?”

Julius: “Did you hear anything I said?”

Romeo: “Of course I did. That’s why we should talk with Gildo directly.”

Julius: “*sigh*... Do whatever you want.”

Izumi: (The best thing about the three of them is that you can tell they’re having fun. They’re even more lively than they were during the rehearsals.)

Izumi: (I’m sure they’re happy to be performing in front of the audience of the MANKAI Theater.)

-

Romeo: “Good morning. Gildo, how’s your injury?”

Julius: “... Maybe he’s out.”

Romeo: “I don’t think he can go anywhere with that injury, though. Hm? The door’s ajar. What if he fell–”

[Door creaking open]

Julius: “Hey, don’t just barge in as you like.”

-

Romeo: “Ah, he’s just sleeping.”

Julius: “Let’s leave what we got for him and go.”

Gildo: “... !!”

Romeo: “Gildo? Are you okay?”

Gildo: “Why–”

Julius: “You know who we are, don’t you?”

Gildo: “... Yeah. I’m sorry for kicking you out yesterday, even though you went out of your way to save me.”

Gildo: “Though, it’s not me who knows about you guys. I think my grandfather did.”

Romeo: “Is that the grandpa who lived in Verona?” 

Gildo: “That’s right. But why do you know that--” 

Romeo: “We came from Verona, too.” 

Gildo: “Thought so...” 

Gildo: “You said you’re Romeo and Julius?” 

Gildo: “My grandpa had two friends. Their names were Alessandro Montague and Bruno Capulet.” 

Gildo: “Have you heard of them? I think they both died when they were around your age.” 

Romeo: “Eh...?” 

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Jack Thompson X Reader

What Lies Before Us, Chapter 18

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A/N: Apologies for the long pause. I actually had this chapter in reserve but never got around to publishing it. What made me publish it today was A) time and B) the lovely, lovely words by @clinicallydepressedreader under one of the previous chapters. Thanks, my dear! It’s people like you that make this more than worth it. I am so honoured to have had that impact on your perception on Jack - truly, it means the world! The characters are actually the most difficult part for me to get right (in terms of the canon timelines and their stories) because the historical background, well... my full-time job is researching the 1930s/1940s in Germany. That certainly helped!

“Clear.”

The room hadn’t been made by room service, who had adhered to the sign outside the door asking for privacy.

“Those are the plans Elias had handed over to them”, Y/N pointed to the desk, recognising the blueprints from Peggy’s descriptions.

“Wasn’t one for much private stuff”, Jack commented. They found no pictures, only the absolute necessities. Crouching down next to the bed, Jack saw something buried below the mattress.

“Wannabe spy”, he commented sarcastically, pulling out a notebook.

Projekt Kriegerblut

HYDRA, Abteilung Forschung für Neurologie und Psychoanalytik

BETA-Proband M.C.

Start Behandlung: September 1940

Y/N had noticed him reading something. “You found something?”

“Hard to say, what does ‘Kriegerblut’ mean?”

“Warrior’s blood”, Y/N frowned, “Why?” He handed her the notebook.

“I think that could link to your friend there.”

Y/N’s eyes scanned the pages. “If that refers to Carter, then lord help us, given that he’s only the beta candidate. Means that somewhere out there, they have a more finalised candidate. One that does, whatever the intent is, better than our man”, she stated, flipping through the pages. Most were notes by doctors about the change in brain scans after repeated torture and electroshock ‘therapy’.

“What does it say?”, Jack asked impatiently.

“Shhh”, she hushed, “I gotta first read it!”

Loading all the evidence into their car, Y/N continued her lecture whilst Jack started driving to Sousa’s location.

“Unbelievable”, Y/N eventually whispered, “that is actually unbelievable.”

“What is it?”, Jack’s eyes met hers for a split-second, so he saw her deep concern.

“If whatever they are describing here is factual”, she began, “then they are attempting to manipulate individuals, basically rewiring their brains to become assassins devoid of will.”

“Absolute mind control?”, he asked in disbelief, “that’s impossible. That’s gotta be impossible.” Taking over someone temporarily by creating a momentary delusion as had been the case in Fennhoff’s technique was one thing, rewiring someone’s brain fundamentally an entirely different.

Y/N raised an eyebrow: “I hope so, too, but then again, I guess people in the French Revolution would’ve said the same thing about the atomic bomb falling out of freaking planes.”

“So, what, he doesn’t know who he is? So we’re talking to an empty shell now, lacking the chip on the shoulder with the puppet master dead?”, Jack inquired, still not entirely convinced that whatever they had found could actually be reality.

“Do I look like I have experience with Nazi mind control?”, Y/N asked back with a huff, “All I can say is what they reported here. The candidate was captured in summer of 1940, and is described as a ‘European individual in his mid-20s of healthy status’. Age and time of capture would coincide with Michael’s presumed death, and well, there’s the matching initials. Apparently, he was candidate 19, and the only one not to die in the process. He was tortured for months, Jack.”

“Sorry if my sympathy is not overflowing just yet. The guy tried to kill you not even five hours ago, Y/N!”

“Yes, with an emphasis on tried”, Y/N agreed, “but we’re all alive, the kid’s fine, and I only have a bandage and a nasty gash to remind me. Had a scar there anyways, so never mind.” She exhaled. “What’s my concern now is that we need someone… someone we can trust who has experience with this sorta thing. I know absolutely no one that fits the bill. You?”

“Neither.”

“Then let’s hope the old trick of hitting him hard enough on the head works”, Y/N commented dryly, “I’m not betting on getting help from the one mind-control expert we’ve come across in the last two years in the form of Fennhoff.”

Once more, silence returned to their car. Y/N knew he was upset, it was written all across his face.

“Are you angry that I didn’t shoot him, are you pissed I didn’t let him shoot the kid, or are you angry that we’re headed to see a possible mad man right now?”, she asked, tilting her head, “or is it all of the above?”

“I’m not angry.”

“Yes”, Y/N snorted, “you are in a glorious mood.”

“No, I’m not”, he agreed, “but I’m not angry. I’m just waiting for this campaign to be over. It feels like since Stark’s disappearance last year, we’ve been chasing boogiemen across the globe and every time we think we’re done, it just continues.”

“I know”, Y/N said quietly, “I’m tired, too.” She swallowed: “But we can’t just ditch now, can we? I mean, you saw Peggy’s face in there. We can’t just leave her and Sousa with someone – or something – of which we have no idea what he’s capable of.”

“Yeah”, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “I know.” Clenching his jaw, he accepted his fate, and his mind returned to duty. “How’d you think we interrogate him? If that file is correct, I doubt he’ll react much to the stick.”

Y/N nodded. “Probably he won’t, yeah”, pressing her lips together, “again, I have no knowledge of how to de-programme someone like that. I suppose reconnecting with his past, with his identity would be an avenue. To turn him from Candidate 19 back to Michael Carter.”

“But only Peggy knew him back then”, he interjected, “she can’t interrogate him! That’s bound to fail.”

“Why, because it’s her brother?”, Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Jack looked at her as if asking that question was a crime all by itself. “Yes”, he hissed, “because he’s her brother!”

“You know”, Y/N said with a grin, “Now I know why she always butted heads with you. You and him? You could be related. And from what she told me about him, I think even some of the character traits line up.”

He looked offended: “That’s harsh.”

“You met a monster”, she objected, “I doubt he was like that when they were playing knights in the garden.”

Now, he laughed. “Doesn’t surprise me one bit. Couldn’t imagine Marge being a princess.”

…………

“Rose?”, Y/N asked when they approached the cellar in which Sousa had handcuffed Carter to an interrogation table, “how’s everyone?”

Rose gave her a telling look: “Everyone is just in shock.”

“Is Sousa with him?”, Jack asked and Rose nodded, pointing to the room where they could sit in to the interrogation from behind the one-way mirror.

“Peggy in there?”, Y/N asked, and Rose nodded again.

“Gimme a second”, Y/N said to Jack and left to enter the room. “Peggy?”

The woman sat on the desk, legs crossed. She didn’t look sad, or like she had cried. She looked completely blank as her eyes flickered over to Y/N.

“How’s your arm?”

“Fine.”

Y/N sat next to her, looking into the interrogation room.

“What have I missed?”, she asked silently.

“Nothing”, Peggy said bitterly, “he’s said absolutely nothing.”

“I would have guessed so”, Y/N said, deciding to be upfront, “Jack discovered a notebook in Keller’s room. We weren’t sure if it was referring to him, but the evidence all points in that direction. If we are correct, then HYDRA reprogrammed his brain. A sort of mind control. They detailed how they got him to that point, but unfortunately, nothing of how to reverse it.”

“Mind control?”, Peggy asked, forcing herself to look away from Michael, now facing Y/N. Y/N could practically see her trying to pull herself together.

“Yeah, but different than what Fennhoff did with people like Chief Dooley. It’s much more… fundamental”, Y/N tried to explain, “I read it just now on our way here. It was pain-based. Peggy, the details don’t matter that much, but they’ve tortured him for months. It took months for them to drill him into a tool. He became Kandidat 19 – Keller addressed him in that way, too. It would seem that by the time they were done with him, he’d fall into bouts of servitude.” She paused. “But he isn’t perfect. He was referred to as the BETA candidate. In some of the notes, they described how he’d fall out of his trance mid-mission or not act out the actions they wanted him to do in as miniscule detail as they would have liked. I think they decided to make several changes for their next generation of candidates, something with trigger words. I don’t know what they would’ve changed, but they didn’t do that with Michael.”

Peggy remained silent for a while. The door opened and Jack entered, nodding at Peggy.

“Do you think I can get through to him, Y/N?”, Peggy asked. Y/N felt helpless – She had nothing to base this upon. She was forced to answer a question she couldn’t have known the answer to.

“I believe we will not leave any stone unturned”, Y/N spoke eventually. “Dooley got out of his trance somehow. There must be a way to break this, too, even if it takes more than Jack banging against a door.”

“You think it’s some sort of drill, right?”, Jack asked Y/N, to which she only nodded. “Then it’s most likely connected to self-discipline, right? I dunno, maybe some sort of learnt behaviour that was reinforced by HYDRA, disobedience means torture, so self-discipline is a self-protection.”

Y/N remained quiet because she wanted to know where he was headed with this.

“Well, if it is, then we need to break down his ability to self-discipline.” He said it so matter-of-fact that Y/N had to glance to Peggy, only to see that the brunette also didn’t seem to know what Jack was getting at.

“And how do you suspect we do that, Doctor?”, Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

Jack looked at her with a deadpan look: “It’s my suggestion. It’s gonna involve alcohol. Isn’t that your rationale for hardly touching that stuff?”

“You wanna get him drunk?”, Y/N said, not knowing if he was kidding.

“You got a better idea? It’s probably less harmful than some of the harder drugs out there”, he shrugged.

Y/N turned to Peggy: “Thoughts?”

“He finds gin repulsive”, she said sarcastically, “you better get whiskey.”

“See?”, Y/N said with a grin looking at Thompson, “I knew you two share similarities!” He shot her a venomous glare.

“You don’t happen to have a bottle in the trunk, do you?”, she asked sarcastically, causing him to open his mouth in offence.

“D’you think I’m an alcoholic over here?”

“Nah, I told you before, it’s gotten much better”, she shrugged with a smile, “but I was just checking. I’ll get us the goods.”

…………

When they informed Daniel about the plan, he looked at Thompson and L/N as if they were from outer space.

“That’s your plan?”, he asked, just to be sure he didn’t miss a part, “You’ll get him drunk?”

“Yes”, Thompson confirmed.

“My bad”, Sousa’s tone was mocking, “Here I thought we were the Strategic Scientific Reserve, not the college fraternity admitting another member into our ranks of crazy.”

“If you happened to have gathered some intel about German mind control techniques in the trenches of Bastogne, by all means, dogface”, Thompson huffed, “Speak up.”

Sousa rolled his eyes at the insult. “You know, if there’s one thing the likes of you have in common – it’s that they will go above and beyond to remind the rest of the servicemen that they’re Marines.”

Jack slapped him on the shoulder: “Naturally. We did the legwork for it. Don’t worry, we made even more fun of the swab-jockeys than your kind.”

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “I guess that referred to the poor sailors that had to work beside you.”

“How’d you guess?”, Jack asked, knowing that she’d probably not have had contact with many members from the Navy during her time in the European theatre.

“Believe it or not, but the distain you had on your face when you spoke to Luke who has been in the Navy was a clear indicator that you don’t hold them in the highest of regards”, she replied, “might have just been Luke, though, and just a lucky guess this time around.”

He winked: “To us, the US Navy was the Marine’s taxi service.”

“Oh my God, way to boast about your choice of branch”, she rolled her eyes amusedly, “C’mon, warrior of God, we’re off to meet Rose and the kid. They left for another safehouse an hour ago.”

“What, we’re not leaving Carter with Sousa and Carter!”, he objected, “besides, last time I checked, I’m the most senior interrogator.”

“Yeah”, she raised an eyebrow at him, “and I’ve seen my share of drunk people for this month. What’s your point?” That remark gave her the reaction she had intended for it to generate – slight embarrassment – as she added: “Besides, he’s cuffed to a table, and we tied down his feet. We’ll put the bunker on lockdown and you’ll need a password to unlock it, so he can’t get out.” She grabbed him by the arm: “Now get going or I swear I will always and forever refer to as a soldier.”

………

“We’re not leaving just to check on the other two, are we?”, Jack asked in the car.

Y/N took notice that he had correctly deducted that from her previous behaviour.

“I think that we shouldn’t be listening in on whatever Peggy has to say to possibly get through to him”, she confirmed quietly, “Peggy’s usually very quiet when it’s about her private life, particularly the one she had before the war.”

“She told you about Michael”, he pointed out, “you’re sure it’s about us listening in, and not just about me listening in?” He shot her a side-glance before returning to the road.

Y/N studied his face. He didn’t seem hurt by the implication, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t.

“No”, she disagreed, “I knew very little about her life, despite having lived with her. I knew that she had a brother and she showed me a few pictures, and she told me that she didn’t have a particularly cordial relationship to her mother. Found her too boyish. I guess the problematic family relations were a point for us to bond over.” She sighed: “I’m sure she would’ve told you if… well. It’s always harder to say these things to people who come from a family that’s intact. It makes you mourn your losses all over again.” Once she had uttered the words, she realised how utterly sad they had sounded, which was reflected on Jack’s concerned face.

“I don’t feel that way when I’m with your family”, she added quickly, “I have known them for what seems like my entire life.”

He cleared his throat, taking his hand off the clutch for a moment to grab her left hand and grazing the ring on her finger: “They’ll be your family, too.”

……….

Entering the other safehouse, which was an unused office building formerly used by the SSR, Elias and Rose were chatting in one of the rooms, evidently about how American and German pies were nothing alike.

Y/N shot Jack a glance. He raised an eyebrow and remarked: “Didn’t take the kid to be a baker.”

“Neither.”

Hearing their voices, Rose and Elias watched them enter.

“Agent L/N, how is your arm?”

“Don’t worry”, she waved her hand, “Unlike the SSR men, I used my arm to take it, not my sternum.”

“And you accuse me of bragging”, Jack complained with a grin that he couldn’t quite wipe off his face.

“Oh please”, Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’m actually surprised you didn’t get one of those dodgy tattoos during service. Well, I suppose you make up for it verbally.”

She could see the thoughts spinning in Elias’ face, when she realised that to him, they were Chief Thompson of the NY SSR, and Agent L/N from the NY SSR. Peggy and Daniel had probably seen no need to mention the fact that there was a private dimension to their relationship, hence, her remarks must have come across as incredibly rude for a simple subordinate.

“Don’t worry”, she said in German with a grin, “he’s my fiancé. I’m the one person in this agency that’s allowed to be honest with him.”

“What?”, Jack asked when Elias started laughing.

“Nothing”, Y/N said in a sing-song-voice, “Asked him if he enjoyed his experience in the field today.”

Jack didn’t believe a word of what she was saying and eyed her suspiciously. “Sure.”

“Chief Sousa called a moment ago, something about a report”, Rose spoke up, “He said you two will know what to do.”

“Yeah, that’s a nice term for filing duty”, Y/N remarked dryly, “About the mission.”

She looked around, searching for a desk. “How about this, I’ll do the filing, you”, she turned to Jack, “find us something to eat. I’m starving.”

“You volunteer to do the filing?”, he asked, acting shocked.

“I can be nice from time to time”, she grinned, “Deal?”

“You bet!”

…………

“So you two are headed back to New York soon?”, Elias asked over dinner, which were burgers, because, as Jack had explained, that was the most convenient to get into the car.

Y/N looked over to Jack. “Yes, at least for a while.”

“We’re leaving the SSR”, Jack shared, causing Rose to almost drop her food.

“WHAT?”, she exclaimed, “Who’s going to take care of the east, then?!”

Y/N chuckled at her panic. “Don’t worry, Rose. The SSR will be in the best of hands. Perhaps the most capable hands it could ever want. Isn’t that right, Thompson?”

He rolled his eyes at the teasing tone in her voice. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Carter’s going to be in charge”, Y/N said to explain, “she, Colonel Philips and Howard Stark will restructure the SSR.”

Rose pursed her lips, before smiling brightly: “That sounds exciting!”

“Yes, for your sake, I hope Stark’s not too involved”, Jack scoffed, “otherwise, the new offices might explode. Or implode. It’s concerning both happened before.”

“Oh, come on”, Y/N shook her head, “He was involved in almost all the biggest scientific developments of the last decades. And those functioned as intended. At least most of them.”

“I am also very confident that his rocket programme will turn out to be a success”, Elias said with a small smile, “who knows, Stark tech might just be the first man-made thing to land on the moon.”

“The moon?”, Jack asked, not convinced. “Yeah, sure. Why not.”

“Yes, he intends to send a manned rocket to the moon”, Elias nodded, “that’s why he hired me, amongst others.”

“Great”, Thompson scoffed, “make it a one-way ticket and I’ll support it.”

Y/N laughed: “I said to Peggy that you’d say that.”

“If you’re leaving the SSR, what’s next for Chief Thompson and Agent L/N?”, Rose asked curiously.

“The CIA is looking for people with experience to build up their rows”, Jack said, “they were quick to offer us a position.”

“With the new division of responsibility amongst the intelligence services, the SSR won’t be able to act with the level of freedom it was able to in the war and up until September”, Y/N added, “and things in Europe and Asia only seem to become more volatile again. Might be of use to work for the agency that’ll be able to work on the ground.”

She saw Elias’ concerned face. “Do you still have family there?”

“In Germany?”, he shrugged, “I have no idea. Parts of them lived in East Prussia. I haven’t heard from them since late 1944 – so I assume, no. I don’t anymore.”

Y/N’s face fell at the mention of that, again conflicted by the fact that enemies were human, too. She had taught herself to see them primarily as targets, as inherently different to her, to her friends, and therefore, killing them became easier. Was sympathy with a people that had committed atrocities too horrible to even comprehend even possible? Was it morally wrong? It felt nearly impossible to her to reconcile these seemingly juxtaposed positions.

“Y/N, did you come across HYDRA when working in Germany?”, Rose asked to change the topic.

The woman shook her head: “No, fortunately not. I was preoccupied with more – well – normal Nazis, though that is an oxymoron in my opinion.”

“I remind you that you didn’t get to experience the joy of searching for snakes in your foxhole”, Jack interjected, and Y/N knew he did only to redirect the conversation away from her service, for which she was grateful. She had no interest in sharing war stories with the brother of the guy she killed.

“You did not serve in Europe?”, Elias asked, seemingly confused.

“Nah”, Jack pulled a face, “someone had to fight the good fight in the Pacific, too.”

Once they had finished their meal, Jack began to organise for Rose and Elias to get onto the next plane back to L.A., which resulted in them heading to the airport just a short while later. Y/N accompanied the two of them outside to the taxi, followed by Thompson. She hugged Rose goodbye before turning to the scientist.

“Thank you, Elias”, she said, shaking his hand. “You’re a good kid.”

“Madame, I love my brother. Perhaps, I loved him more than any other person in the world. But if one thing was taught to us since our earliest youth, it is that war is brutal. It was the brutality we were taught to idolise. I suppose that means accepting the reality that others will wage war upon us, too.”

She watched him enter the car, wondering where his path would lead him to. She sincerely hoped that, wherever it would, the destination would be more peaceful than his youth had been.

“That’s why you wanted to be the one to escort him”, Jack stated quietly, standing next to her. “To amend.”

“I cannot amend it”, she said, watching the car leave. “But it would seem that he has given me all I can ask for. Acceptance.”

Jack followed her gaze. If that kid was able to accept her decisions, accept her actions – then for God’s sake, why would her father not be capable of doing the same? He would marry Y/N. And despite their relationship being distant, he at least wanted them to not hate each other.

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[lara-eats-the-rich]

[CW: Mentions of violence, gore, sex? I guess?]

So uh, a friend of mine told me that I desperately needed to make an account here, so here I am. Name’s Lara, and I’m a shapeshifter. Been one for 6 or 7 years now. I won’t really go into how that all happened – kinda ashamed of it, made a pact with some demon or whatever and am now cursed with only being able to sate my hunger by eating human flesh – not particularly pleasant to most people, I imagine, but I make do.

There’s plenty of not-so-great people out there that won’t be missed, ya know? Corrupt people, I mean. I’m not some monster who goes and eats innocent people off the street. It’s more fun anyway to lure in some corrupt asshole only to tell them that their actions have consequences.

Fun. Yeah. It’s uh, really fun, actually. Like, really fun. Half the reason I became a shapeshifter in the first place was because of the fun of playing a character, if that makes sense. I could pretend to be literally anyone. The other half of the reason is because I hated who I had to be. Course, I didn’t expect the whole curse thing when I asked that “doctor” for the medicine. Only after starting the treatment did they tell me about the whole eating people thing. Wasn’t too pleased about that, as you can imagine – they only revealed themselves as a demon or something when I tried to kill them. Scared the shit out of me. Haven’t seen them since.

You’d think that whole situation doesn’t lend itself much to making friends, but there’s communities for everything, it turns out. I’m not even the only shapeshifter. Far from it, actually. I mean, the “hating who I had to be” thing isn’t uncommon either – I did label myself as trans for a while, but not anymore. I’m not limited to one look, one person, one form - so much for ‘basic biology’, eh?

Actually, I know a gal who’s got much stronger shapeshifting stuff than me. We’re really good friends, actually. She’s trans, too, but spends most of her time in her actual body, even if she could get to exactly where she wants to be with a snap of her fingers. It’s kinda remarkable, actually. She says it’s because she doesn’t know how she’ll end up looking anyway. That’s pretty brave of her, I think.

As far as I know, she got into the whole shapeshifting thing because of a demon, too. I mean, they call themselves a demon, or a goddess, or a demon-goddess, so it’s not strictly the same thing. Amy’s not even cursed by it or anything. Lucky bitch. The ‘goddess’, as she calls them, apparently granted her the shapeshifting stuff because – get this – she wants Amy to be her heir. Yeah. So now she and the goddess have the same abilities. Supposedly she’s the goddess of chaos and change or something, but I’ve never heard of her. Their abilities even extend to other people, too. They make these little symbols, or gestures, or something with their hands and then they can just… change anyone. Amy, because she’s a nice person, only does it with willing participants – I’ll get into those later – but the goddess just does in on whoever she feels like, and calls it divine retribution, funnily enough.

I think I used to know her in school, actually. Weird coincidence, I guess. Course, we were both different people, metaphorically and literally. That was long before any of the transform-y things. It’s not that we were even friends, particularly. Well, we are now, of course, but we just didn’t really talk. I guess it took both of us to become the ‘real’ us before we actually got close to each other.

I mean, we’re not like that with each other. Found out pretty quickly after trying to uhh… “lure” in some food that I’m not really into sex. Or romance, particularly, either. So I guess I’m aro-ace. I just use it to get closer to my food so I can… you know. It’s got me in some pretty funny scenarios, looking back. Like, several times I’ve lured in a guy who ends up wanting me to give him head, only for me to literally eat his dick. I mean, it’s not that simple, of course, I won’t just go straight in for it, but I’m not interested in pleasuring the other people aside from just tricking them. That’s the fun bit.

Stuff like that is kinda the worst part about the eating people thing, though. But I have figured out some nice little ways around the actually yucky bits. You know, like the stomach, and uhh… lower bits. I’ve found that I can make some sort of chemical that basically causes all of that to get expelled from the body before I actually eat the targets. I don’t wanna deal with all the yucky stuff.

The process of getting rid of it all is kinda gross unfortunately – I usually bump into them “accidentally” and give them a little prick of the chemicals, then over the course of a week they sorta… throw up all of the bits I won’t eat. Not pleasant for them, sure, but its all turned into sludge anyway so it’s not like its recognisable to anyone. After that they feel perfectly fine, as if nothing happened. Not really sure if they can actually live properly after that, not having a digestive system and all. At least, by the time I give them that little injection I’ve already decided that they’re the target anyway.

There’s also another chemical I have that clots a lot of their blood where I bite them – I guess it’s a venom of sorts, which is kinda cool. Stops a lot of the major bleeding. Makes it so I don’t have to clean up too much. I’ve kinda gotten used to it, as you can tell. I used to put a lot of time into not leaving a trace behind, especially before the chemical stuff, but Amy and the goddess gave me all sorts of ideas that really help out so much. Shame I can’t share a meal with them. I mean, I guess I can, but I don’t get any sustenance from regular food. Still tastes good, though.

Jeez, I’ve really typed a lot, haven’t I? Maybe I’ll wrap it up for now. I’ll probably write some of my experiences down with the whole hunting thing sometime if anyone wants to read it. I guess its sorta incriminating, but it’s not like I can be arrested or something. I can probably escape from anywhere. That’s an odd thought, isn’t it? Anyway yeah, bad-guy-eating stories coming soon, I suppose. Or maybe let me know if there’s something you want to ask me? I’m open to that.

[twdmusicboxmystery]

just saw the dead city trailer and ran here. What do you think about the time jump there with older Hershel playing into everyone reuniting with the CRM? Ready for your FTWD analysis too. also just realized FTWD will probably coincide with dead city. Going into the new phase with low expectations and hopefully a good outcome🤞🏻

Yeah, I saw them. Super exciting! The thing is, I don't think Hershel will actually be significantly older. I seem to remember them talking about a very small time jump, like maybe a few months, but I don't think it will be more than that. The actor who plays Hershel does look older, but that's just because kids age so quickly on film. It's been 2 years since this young man first portrayed Hershel, so of course he'll look older. That doesn't mean he is in the show.

Cailey Fleming, who plays Judith on the show, is kind of an exception here. She's a 14-year-old who still looks like she's ten, lol. But that's not true of most kids. So, I wouldn't worry overly much about there being a time jump.

As for other observations about the two new trailers, here is what I sent my fellow theorists:

@twdmusicboxmystery:

A few things that immediately jumped out at me.

Maggie says someone is “the key” to getting Hershel back. We’re meant to believe she’s talking to Negan, and she may be. But we know they can sometimes splice together trailers in a way that can be misleading. But this is a theme we saw heavily in S4 and S5, including around Grady.

The storyline they lay out for Fear, brief tho it may be, feels like a template for the CRM. People raising an army to challenge a larger organization.

June looks exactly like Leah in this picture:

Any insight into who the guy in the wanted poster is? It COULD be Rick. Doesn’t look like him in particular, but closer to him than to Beth, lol.

I got IMDb to try and confirm weather or not they’re using the same actor for Hershel. I think they are, but none of the spin-offs are listed anywhere on IMDb yet. Not Dead City and not Daryl Dixon. Which is a little strange since fans can edit the pages. It’s odd that no one has added them.

I almost feel like maybe they’re purposefully being kept off the pages for now. Though I don’t know why they would do that.

@galadrieljones:

That is weird about IMDb. I agree it makes it seem like they don’t want the info out there. It’s strange like the spin offs still don’t seem real? Esp the Daryl one.

@wdway:

You asked who we thought was in the wanted poster. I think it is Negan.

I've been thinking about some of the scenes that we've seen in the past seasons that implied that Negan might know something about the CRM but maybe not realize that's who it is and I think that Negan might be smart enough not to question certain things to closely.

When Jadis held him at the junkyard she called the CRM helicopter which he saw. Nothing was ever explained about how he just totally ignored that. At the satellite station they had a room where they were growing pot I wonder if he was growing pot to sell to some group connected to the CMR in exchange for other medical supplies like insulin that we saw with Tina, Sherry and Dwight had stolen when they left the sanctuary.

In Here's Negan there was a lot of open questions about the cancer medicine he got from the doctor in the RV. It just seem to me there are a lot of questions that were put out and then skipped over.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Great points! I hadn't thought of that. 👍

So, these are our initial thoughts about the two trailers. What does everyone else think?

[i-love-river-song]

chapter 4!!!

@pheonixed

“So, what did you do last night?” The Doctor asks, hands clasped together and leaning on the console. “Well I do know I got quite drunk. I was having a rough night and decided to get pissed by myself and watch a movie, which I started, but then I think I went to look something up about something in the movie, but I fell down a wikipedia rabbit hole, and was reading about the Roald Dahl Plass, you know the big oval area right outside here. I’m a bit of a sad drunk. I started crying about how Roald Dahl is dead, so I went to the oval to… well I don’t really know, mourn, or something? I was very drunk. That’s all I can remember really, then waking up in this.. tardis” You explain. “Interesting” The Doctor remarks.

“Are you gonna say what you did last night?” You question

“Well I already know what I did last night so what’s the point in saying it out loud?”

“Do you not think maybe I want to know? So that I can make sense of things?”

“Ok, nosy”

“I’m not being nosy! Plus I just told you what I did! So who’s the real nosy one?”

“Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you what I did last night.” She rolls her eyes. “Promise not to laugh”

“I was visiting an old friend, he runs a… thing here in Cardiff” she says.

“What is supposed to be funny about that? What would I be laughing at? You are so confusing, Doctor” The Doctor laughs.

“Let’s get back on track, now” She walks round the console to a screen. “That’s no good, we’ll have to wait”

“Wait for what?”

“For it to get dark, don’t want the police coming after us again”

“You. Coming after you. I didn’t do anything.”

“Alright, fine! Doesn’t change the fact that we have to wait for it to get dark! I hate waiting, it’s so boring having to experience time at a normal pace with nothing going on.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

 “Doesn’t matter, explain later, busy waiting”

“You make no sense, Doctor.”

“I get that a lot”

“UGH I’m so bored! What can I do to pass the time!” The Doctor complains after 2 minutes of waiting. “Well maybe we could get to know each other?” You suggest. “Nope! Even more boring than doing nothing, I hate talking about myself. That’s a lie actually, I love talking about myself, but I can’t be bothered right now, maybe later” You roll your eyes.

After a couple of hours of The Doctor fiddling with the console and you just standing around, it’s finally dark and the place is empty. “Alright! Let’s reenact what we did last night! Will jog our memories hopefully!” she says.

You both step out the TARDIS. You walk back into Roald Dahl Plass to where you had sat yourself the night before. The Doctor hovers outside the TARDIS doors waiting for you to move from your spot. You get up as you did before, walking towards the exit. And that was it, you just walked past her.

“Hang on, that’s not right” The Doctor says, frowning, she looks like she’s calculating a hard maths problem. “What’s not right?” You reply, dragging yourself to stand next to her. She stays silent still thinking and processing. “I’m not getting anything, let’s go again.”

“No! One of us is doing something wrong! We’re missing something!” The Doctor is starting to get restless. “Doctor, we’ve done this like a million times! There’s nothing we’re missing! It’s got to be some stupid coincidence!” You shrug your shoulders dramatically. “It’s never a coincidence with me. How about we switch places, since we’re in each other's bodies?” she suggests. You’ll do anything to get this over and done with.

You take The Doctor’s place at the TARDIS doors and she takes yours on the ground. She starts walking to the exit and you walk out the TARDIS, as she comes closer to you you remember something but from her perspective. “Doctor! I remembered something!”

“Me too! What was it?”

“We bumped into each other!”

“I’ve got that too! Right! Back in the TARDIS then, let’s do some digging”

She dashes around the console and holds the screen, moving it around to a keyboard. She mumbles to herself as she types in something. “Ah!” she calls you. “Come and see this!” You walk over and read what she’s found. ‘The mysterious ‘Mammoth Bee’ that has the ability to swap people's bodies’ It shows a diagram of an insect looking thing with antennas in the shape of tusks, that explains the name then. “This is a pretty cool creature! It’s so small and quick, it flies up through people's noses and into their brains and picks up information, memories, your consciousness and all that, and transfers it to the nearest person it can find, then does the whole process again backwards! And they do it to live, they feed off the days spent in the wrong body! Ooh I love that, creatures of the abstract, only ran into one other abstract species before, they’re pretty scary, those angels, these little fleas have nothing on them.” The Doctor is beaming with excitement, you’re sure she’s enjoying this way more than she should. “Brilliant!” You force out a piece of praise to keep her happy. “But how do we fix it?” Her expression quickly changes to a more thoughtful face. “Hmm. Never dealt with these before, I’ll have to come up with something. Oh well, I’m good at improvising!” She puts on a reassuring smile. And it is just that, she seems to know what she’s doing, even though you’re both learning at the same pace.

The Doctor yawns. “You humans can’t stay awake very long, can you? I guess being in a human body means I have smaller tolerance for being awake so long, so annoying. I hate you humans, so little time for anything with you lot.” She yawns again. “I can’t sleep, we have to sort this out, so I can get you back home.” Her eyes are half open and her shoulders slumped as she walks round the console and jots in some numbers with great sloth. “Doctor, I think you should get some rest. I can wait a bit longer, it’s ok.” You assure. “Ok, g’night” she speaks drowsily as she shuffles her way to the bedroom you woke up in. “Night, Doctor.” you whisper half to yourself.

Being in her, apparently not human, body, you’re not tired at all. You think about what to do for a minute. You find yourself walking to the library. Some research wouldn’t hurt, in fact it would probably help. You walk for ages looking for the ‘M’ non fiction section; it takes you just as long to find a book on mammoth bees. You wander to the sofa by the fireplace and plop yourself down. You open the book and start reading until every background noise fades away.

[yersina]

shj as That Guy in the company who’s constantly subtly bragging about his wife. it doesn’t matter what you’re actually talking about, he’ll manage to fit in an anecdote about her. (yes, he knows exactly what he’s doing and every single comment he makes is meticulously calculated for maximum annoyance.)

“oh, it’s raining? here’s an umbrella. no, no, i’m okay, my wife is picking me up. the kids had to go to a doctor’s appt today, so they took the car.” shj 100% means that hyj had to take their menagerie of pets to the vet but if you took a different meaning from that, well that’s not his problem.

brings lunch to work sometimes which are obviously a display of his marital superiority because they’re absolutely adorable and sometimes have little cartoon faces on the food (sometimes hyj has time in the mornings, okay? he learned how to when yoohyun was in school and it feels more weird not to now)

yoojin is actually living his dreams of being the ultimate freeloader w the amt of money shj makes so all he really does is work part time at a daycare and pet shelter and sometimes pet sits for people

speaking of pets, aforementioned menagerie is constantly fluctuating but currently consists of their kitten/cat peace and unspecified bird chirpie

this obviously means that shj can insert himself into any animal related conversation w the tidbit that “oh! my wife works with animals for a living”. no, shj himself doesn’t know the first thing about raising pets. no, he does not give a shit that he has 0 advice to give. he’s just here to make people uncomfortable and enjoy himself in the process.

hyj btw has completely given up on getting shj to call him anything other than his wife (sentence structure being different in korean also means that pronouns are less of an issue, but that’s a whole separate thing)

one day, shj forgets his lunch at home so hyj goes to the company to drop it off and their department goes insane trying to figure out who he is

(more schemes by shj or genuine mistake? you decide)

hyj is ofc completely baffled by their confusion and so insists that he’s really just there to deliver the lunch, and completely neglects to mention what his actual relationship to shj is

shj wears the wedding band but hyj keeps his on a chain bc he works w children and animals and it’s not the best idea to have valuable jewelry on his hands, so half of the department, geniuses that they are, jump straight to “OH MY GOD THE BOSS IS HAVING AN AFFAIR”

shj knows about this. shj knows everything. he finds it hilarious.

kang soyoung, the bravest, newest, and also most stupid, decides to ask her boss what his relationship to the person who dropped off lunch for him is and gets a response of “we’re very close”. which is true—hyj is probably the person that shj is closest to but ksy immediately thinks “oh fuck we were right??” she Does Not pause to consider any other possibilities.

(shj expresses to hyj later that he would be much better about hiding an affair than this. hyj is Unimpressed.)

some time later, shj asks for recommendations for a scenic date spot to take his wife to and ksy, being an outdoorsy adventurous type of person, immediately has an itemized list ready for him

by complete coincidence shj&hyj and ksy&her girlfriend end up at one of the locations at the same time, each on their own dates

ksy ofc ends up seeing shj w hyj and has the devastating realization that shj is indeed cheating on his wife w hyj

she does manage to overhear (eavesdrop) a very confusing conversation about tourism. shj monologues about the place they’re at and abt 5% of what he’s saying is actually true. (this 5% is on accident—if shj had his way, it’d be 0%)

ksy doesn’t really mean to confront them, but she ends up running into them at the gift shop or whatever while her girlfriend is in the bathroom and she starts talking very pointedly about shj’s wife

“i was the one who recommended this place to boss! he’d asked us where to bring his wife on a date, you know. oh did you know that she works with animals? she’d like this kind of scenic outdoors-y date, wouldn’t she?”

hyj is SO confused

“uh. yeah, i did enjoy myself,” he says, wondering why he’s explaining himself to this random woman. “i appreciate it. it’s our anniversary.”

cue blue screen of death

ksy, when she figures it out, is embarrassed enough that she seriously contemplates transferring departments just so she won’t have to see shj ever again

shj is very satisfied—his wife is happy, he planned a successful anniversary, his employee is currently dying from her own embarrassment. his day is complete.

[cottonkendi]

Your Babies | Bonus Chapter IV

MASTERLIST

Sano Shinichiro x f!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Crack

Warning: None~ ehe <3

Synopsis: Your babies

Bonus Chapter III Bonus Chapter IV

You can’t quite believe it.

After only 8 months of being married, you find yourself standing in the hospital’s waiting room, hands boredly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while Shinichiro all but vibrates beside you, a mixture of excitement and nervousness as the two of you wait for your name to be called. It’s not quite surprising if you really think about it since the two of you have been planning it for quite a while now but still, you don’t quite remember agreeing to doing this so early but here you are now, waiting for your mother’s suggested gynecologist.

“Do you think that we’re next? We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes…” Shinichiro whispers beside you as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, leaning closer to you to press a quick kiss on your cheek as you let out a hum, your eyes fleeting towards the nurse’s desk who gives you a quick smile before signalling that you’ll be called soon.

Placing your hand on his, you give him a reassuring squeeze to stop him from getting too anxious. “Don’t worry, I think we’re next-”

Before you can even finish your sentence, another nurse exits the doctor’s office and calls for the two of you which prompts Shinichiro to help you stand up even though you’re still very capable of doing so on your own.

As he guides the two of you to the office, you hear him whisper towards you. “That was almost like magic… is this the pregnancy vibe that your mother has been talking about?” Giving him a confused look as he makes you take a seat first, making sure that you’re comfortable before sitting beside you, he answers. “She was telling me about the time that she was pregnant with you. She said that ever since she found out that she was pregnant, it felt like she got 10 times luckier than normal. So I’m thinking that that’s what’s happening with you too.”

“It’s probably just a coincidence-”

“Probably not, you were the baby in her tummy, pretty sure you’ve always been blessed ever since you were conceived.” Shinichiro adds which only makes you roll your eyes at his cheesiness.

Just as you’re about to quip back a reply, the little curtain to the side opens, revealing a middle aged lady wearing her coat, along with some alcohol in her hands, sanitising it before setting it down as she greets the two of you. “Ah, Sano-san, your mother told me beforehand about the news, she was quite ecstatic when she called me on the phone a week ago.” Dr. Yosano says as she makes herself comfortable on her chair, taking out a folder before flipping through it as you and Shinichiro bashfully smile, not realising that your mother was that close to the doctor that she recommended.

You don’t even think that she has any more friends in this part of town since she’s still quite busy with work across the country so it comes as a surprise.

“Oh well, why don’t we go to the back of that curtain and we can do a quick check up?” Nodding, you stand up, hands just about to leave Shinichiro’s before he stands up himself, following the two of you to the back where he’s left to fidget on the corner as he watches the doctor move around you, doing this and that which he can’t quite focus on, not when the doctor decides to take out some gel that she puts on your belly, saying something about humouring the two of you for today’s check up.

“Really, there’s not a lot to see as of now, but just to make you used to the feeling on your next check up. Since you’re only about 5 weeks into your pregnancy, we can’t detect the baby’s heartbeat yet but if you look at this screen.” She says while pointing at a black hole or mass on the screen. “This is what your baby is right now, they’re still developing their heart, brain and spinal cord, there’s already a heartbeat but again, we’ll only be able to detect it in 1 or 2 weeks from now.”

Finishing the check up, you can’t help but feel elated when you see the big grin on Shinichiro’s face as he shows you the pictures that he took on his phone, telling you about the chaos that he caused in the group chat that he and the kids are in, along with Wakasa and Benkei. “I just sent them a picture of you on that bed and one of the monitor. Mikey and Izana said that they’ll be by the store as soon as they finish school for today.” Shinichiro chuckles as he guides you outside of the office as soon as the doctor cleared you off.

With his hand on your waist, he leads you back to the parking lot where your newly bought car is parked, the exterior a shiny black, barely big enough to fit you and his siblings but you make it work. Especially when Kakucho and Keisuke decide to join in on trips.

Guiding you to the passenger's seat even though you’ve told him countless times that you’ll be fine, he still insists on doing so, giving you a kiss on the forehead before he shuts the door.

As soon as Shinichiro takes the seat behind the wheel, he turns to you with a sneaky smile. “Are you up for a little baby planning? We only have a few more weeks until our next check up.”

“Placing your hand on your stomach, you take a deep breath, lips twitching up into a small smile as you nod your head. “Yep, let’s go and get ready for this baby.”

“Do you have any specific requests, my star?” Shinichiro says in a hushed tone as you sweep some stray hair away from his face while he kneels beside you, his hand grasping yours before pressing a light kiss on your knuckles.

It’s only been a few weeks since you confirmed your pregnancy and soon after that, you started getting some of the first trimester’s symptoms. Thankfully, there’s been no vomiting on your part, but what did occur is a lot of food cravings.

Thankfully, nothing too absurd.

“Pulling Shinichiro closer to you, you nuzzle your nose against his hair, pressing a kiss to the side of his head before pouting a little. “I want some pizza and sushi… the one with shrimps and cheese…” You mumble, feeling your stomach growling a little at the thought of your snacks for the night though the prospect of Shinichiro leaving you in your room for a few minutes to get said food is making you cling onto him tighter.

Trying to pull him onto the bed with you, Shinichiro only lets out a chuckle as he gently pries your arms away from him, his lips giving you butterfly kisses all across your face. “Baby, you know I can’t get your food if you keep pulling me back to bed, right? I promise it’ll only take me a few minutes-”

“But I don’t want you to go, love. I want you with me, Shin.” You plead with him but he only gives another chuckle.

“You’re really cute right now, my star, but this is why my siblings are staying over for this week, right? They’ll keep you company while I go on our midnight snack run.” Still with a pout on your lips, you reluctantly let go of him, pressing a kiss against his lips as he walks out of your room and into the guest bedroom where Mikey, Izana and Emma are staying.

The three had arrived earlier today after hearing about your food cravings in the middle of the night and decided that it wouldn’t be safe to leave a pregnant woman alone in an empty house at midnight which is why they decided to stay for the week. And as much as you had declined their offer, telling them that they’re probably busy with school, the three still insisted, along with telling you that Draken and the others are also planning on stopping by throughout the week.

Which is why Shinichiro is now heading towards the guest room now, happy that his siblings had volunteered to look after you. But what he’s not quite happy about is walking inside the room only to find it empty.

Raising a brow, Shinichiro lets out a sigh and slowly makes his way to the living room where, much to his luck, he finds his siblings with their books strewn across the floor, but instead of the three teenagers actually using those books to study, he finds the three in the kitchen, with Emma by the stove, ramen by her side while Izana is pouting by the dinner table and Mikey crouching in the middle of the room, a smirk on his face.

Choosing to keep quite just to see what his siblings are doing, Shinichiro lurks in the corner as Emma claps her hands. “Okay, for the second round, Mikey will go first.” Turning towards the short blond, Mikey adjusts his crouching position before taking out a small bottle of ketchup. Opening it, he pours some on his fingers before smearing it under his nose, making him look like he has a nosebleed. Taking a deep breath, Mikey stares at Izana before growling in a voice that somewhat sounds like Izana. “Shhhhhuuuuuuuuut Uuuuuuuuup!”

Emma tries to stifle her laugh, a snort coming out as she almost doubles over in laughter while Izana gives Mikey an eyeroll. “That’s the best you can do?” Clicking his tongue, Izana takes out a plate and places it in front of him, clicking his fingers to make Emma look at him. “Watch a real expert do it, Emma.”

Placing both his hands behind his head, Izana puts on a big pout on his lips before staring down on the empty plate. “What? You don’t have a flag?! I ordered the Kiddie meal because of the flag! It’s not a kiddie meal without the flag!” Then, as if pretending to listen to someone talking, Izana then changes his whole facial expression, his eyes sparkling as he places his hands on either side of the empty plate. “Wah! Way  to go Ken-chin!” By now, even Shinichiro can’t help but laugh at what he assumes to be Izana’s impersonation of Mikey. Though his laugh immediately distracts the trio from their little activity.

Turning towards him, Emma immediately runs towards her oldest brother, a smile on her face as she peaks behind him. “Is it time for us to keep Y/N-nee company?” Nodding his head, Shinichiro gives the two boys a smirk after seeing them fluster at the sight of their older brother.

“What were you guys doing? Doing impersonations of each other?”

“Yep, we were bored and didn’t know what to do.” Emma easily answers while her older brothers both turn away from them, mumbling about wanting to look through the fridge for a snack, the two of them surprisingly getting along as they both hide behind the fridge’s door.

Humming, Shinichiro decides to let it go, opting to quickly get you your snack for the night. “Alright then, I’m gonna get some sushi and pizza real quick. Go and keep Y/N company, alright? Maybe you can go and show her your impersonations too-”

“Shut up!” The two brothers shout, making Emma and Shinichiro chuckle.

“Alright alright, no need to shout.” Putting on his coat, Shinichiro waves one last time before heading out of the house, taking his bike with him as he leaves you in his siblings’ care.

As soon as Shinichiro left, the siblings immediately tried to clean up their books from across the living room floor, the action only taking them 2 minutes but then, just as they’re about to head up to your room, they see you coming down the stairs, Shinichiro’s old gang jacket wrapped around your figure as you smile down at the kids.

“Busy tonight?” You ask as you eye the way Mikey’s trying to forcefully stuff his textbooks into his small bag.

Shaking his head, Mikey practically throws his bag towards Izana who merely kicks it away. “Nope, we’re actually about to watch some tv, you wanna watch with us, Y/N-nee? We can wait for Shinichiro here if you want.”

Smiling at the three, you nod at them, letting Izana take your hand as he helps you to the couch while Emma brings over some ramen from the kitchen. “A snack while we wait for more food, ehe.” With Izana and Mikey by your side, Emma takes the seat between your legs on the floor, her head resting on your thighs as you unconsciously start playing with her hair.

Even though the television is on, you can’t help but listen in on the kids and their stories about school, with Izana boasting about his achievements ever since you moved him to a school closer to your house, while Emma tells you about Draken picking her up from school whenever he gets the chance all the while Mikey teases his two siblings. “You’re only teasing us because you’re always asleep in class and have no idea what’s actually happening in school.” Izana points out with no actual intention of irritating Mikey though his brother, ever the annoying one between the three siblings, simply rolls his eyes.

“At least I still pass my classes even when I’m asleep.”

“Didn’t you ask Kakucho to help you with homework yesterday?” Emma asks, craning her neck to the side to give her older brother a look who merely shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s not my fault that Kakucho’s smart in science.”

Chuckling at their conversation, you sip some of the warm soup before setting it down. “Speaking of Kakucho, how’s he doing at home? I heard that Keisuke, Chifuyu and Kazutora took him to the pet store they’re working at.” You recount the call you got from Keisuke the other day during lunch time, a little surprised with the turn of events.

“Yeah, Kakucho started working part time in the pet shop as well.” Izana absentmindedly mentions as he scrolls through his phone before showing you a picture of  a confused Kakucho in the middle of Keisuke, Chifuyu and Kazutora who are all posing for the picture. “Baji sent this in our group chat.”

Smiling at the cute picture, you ask Izana to send it to you. “Hmm, do you think we should go out this weekend? I’m thinking of going to the shopping mall and buying you guys something since the year is about to end-”

Mikey raises his brows, a little confused at your suggestion. “But there’s still 5 more months until december-”

“If Y/N says it’s almost the end of the year then it’s almost the end of the year.” Shinichiro butts in after carefully opening the door, a big box being balanced on his left hand with another smaller box on top. “Can you help me with this, ‘Zana? I think it’s gonna fall.”

Hopping out of his seat beside you, Izana quickly takes the box from his older brother, making a beeline towards the kitchen where Mikey and Emma immediately follow after, excited to see what you were craving for tonight.

With the three kids outside of the room, Shinichiro takes it as his time to give you a kiss on the lips, his hands snaking around your figure as he pulls you closer to him. Clutching onto his shirt, you nuzzle closer to him, savouring his warmth as he ever so slowly carries you. Wrapping your arms and legs around him, you can;t help but giggle as you pepper his cheeks with kisses, watching him beam with every press of your lips. “I miss you…”

“I miss you too, my star. It was a rough 20 minutes out there.” Shinichiro chuckles before setting you down on a chair, the kids already digging into the pizza and sushi that’s laid on the table.

Taking a slice of the pizza, your husband hands it to you to which you gratefully accept it while your other hand reaches out for the sushi. “Shin, take a bite.” You say as you offer the pizza to him.

Raising his brows, he still bites onto it, a little confused but he complies.

Anything for you, is what he says in his mind as he watches you finally take a bite from your pizza after he bit into it.

This goes on for a few more times, with you offering him your food first, asking him to take a bite out of your pizza and sushi before you can even try it.

This soon catches the three kids’ attention, with Izana making the first comment. “Are you like… making Shinichiro take a bite to check if there’s poison?”

Unable to help yourself, you start laughing at Izana’s assumption, your hand making its way to cover your mouth just in case you choke on the sushi that you’re chewing. While you’re busy laughing, Shinichiro takes it as his time to answer for you seeing as the kids are still very confused.

“It’s a pregnancy thing… I think. We asked Y/N’s mother and she said it’s normal that pregnant women tend to either really like or really hate something, or sometimes have some weird decisions, so for Y/N’s, she’s been real insistent on me taking a bite out of all her food.”

“Are all pregnant women like that?” Mikey asks, now a little scared of encountering pregnant women out in the streets.

After finishing your little laughing fit, you shake your head at Mikey, a small smile settling on your lips as you remember your mother’s stories about when she was pregnant with you. “Well, my mum said that when she was pregnant with me, she never liked seeing my father unless he’s wearing a suit with a pink tie which ended up with my father having 8 pairs of suits that he wore at home and 2 new pink ties.”

“Well then, I’m quite glad that you already like seeing me without any of those things. In fact, it’s like you like me better now… you’ve been real clingy and cute. My cute and clingy wife~” Shinichiro muses with a smile on his lips, nuzzling his nose against your cheek while his siblings can only deadpan at the sight before them.

Rolling their eyes, they can’t help but think to their head as they continue to watch their older brother smother you in kisses.

I hope this pregnancy goes by faster…

Closing your eyes, you try your best to stay calm as your husband continues to hyperventilate as he rushes the car in front of the emergency room, sweaty hands making contact with your shoulders as he whispers a quick ‘I love you’ before rushing out of the car in order to get some nurses beside you.

Your grip on the seat gets tighter when you feel cramps on your lower back, your hand flinching a little as you open your eyes to look out of the window of the car only to be met with Shinichiro leading a handful of nurses to the car, his eyes wide as he opens the car for you. “Thithis is my wife, she’s giving birth, please take care of her, she’s in pain-” He rushes out as the nurses carefully sets you on a bed,

“Sir, we need you to calm down, your wife is perfectly okay, this is normal, so please, follow us inside, we’ll be asking you to fill out some forms.” With one firm hand wrapped around his wrist, you try your best to give him a smile before you’re whisked away into the delivery room.

After you’re separated from Shinichiro, you can’t help but let the pain takeover, your eyes clamping shut as you feel another set of cramps between your legs. “Someone call the doctor, she’s about to go into labor any minute now!” You hear someone say from beside you but you can’t open your eyes with how painful it feels, your stomach feels tight, like you’re about to burst.

“Okay, we’re going to be starting, Sano-san. Please hold onto these while we check on you.” A nurse says as she tries to place your hands on the handlebars beside the bed, but instead of gripping onto it, you manage to rasp out. “Get my husband. Get him here. Beside me. Shinichiro!” You shout out his name, teeth gritting against each other as you take in a deep breath.

Nodding, the nurse immediately exits the room while the others prepare for the baby.

Not even a second later, the door bursts open with the doctor heading straight towards you while Shinichiro follows closely behind, his hand immediately taking yours to which you clasp onto it tightly, feeling something prodding between your legs as you do so.

Letting out a grunt, your breathing becomes even heavier, stomach cramping up as someone tells you to push.

With your hands tightly gripping onto Shinichiro’s hands, you start screaming, putting your all as you push and push and PUSH!

“That’s good! One more, push one more!”

Digging your nails into his skin, you tug him closer as you push one more time, your legs feeling like they’re about to cramp as well as you let out a scream.

Taking deep breaths as you feel your head begin to feel light, you slowly let go of Shinichiro’s hand, not noticing the dazed look on his face as you slowly lose your strength, too tired to even feel the nurses clean you up.

With your limp hand resting on Shinichiro’s, you can only wearily watch as they hand over your baby to Shinichiro who can only stare at the baby in front of him, his tears ever so slowly running down his cheeks.

Sniffling, Shinichiro moves closer to you, his lips pressing a kiss against your forehead as he carefully places the baby beside you.

Smiling at the sight, you weakly pull your baby closer, tears spilling from your eyes when you hear the cry.

“I… let’s not… let’s not make another one… another baby, I mean”

Within the joy in your heart as you watch your baby slowly stop crying, you turn to Shinichiro, confused at his words as he cries beside you, his hand gently grazing over the tiny hand of your sweet baby. “I don’t think you should be in any more pain, I don’t wanna see you in pain…”

Even when you feel yourself zoning in and out of consciousness, you manage to tug him closer to you, pressing a kiss against his lips as you shake your head. “Let’s think about this in a few more years, okay? We haven’t even decided on a name yet…”

You chuckle at your husband as your eyes fleet over to the bundle of joy in your arms, peacefully sleeping with their small hand tightly wrapped around your finger.

Though it’s only been a few minutes since they came to this world, with one just look, you can already see that they almost look exactly like Shinichiro… with the lips and the hair. You can’t help but giggle, nuzzling your sweet baby closer as Shinichiro watches with more tears in his eyes.

He can’t help but cry, unable to contain his happiness as he sees you holding onto your child. He can’t help but feel like something just opened up in his heart, seeing you and his baby, seeing you happy.

“Let’s name them-”

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‼️PSA‼️ Astor is Zelda’s REAL, BIOLOGICAL FATHER.  Don’t believe me? Here’s PROOF 🔮😜

^^(Figure A. unedited footage from game)

FOR STARTERS, let’s start with what we KNOW in the game

1) Zelda was born with HAIR and EYES

^^(Figure B. Zelda with hair and eyes).

WHO ELSE do we know that was born with hair and eyes? Hmm?

HMMM??

ASTOR.

ASTOR AGE OF CALAMITY.

^^(Figure C. Astor Age of Calamity with hair and eyes).

Oh but it doesn’t stop there.

Zelda can often be seen hanging around with a tiny guardian.

A tiny guardian that plays an important song.

That song??

ASTOR’S THEME IN A MAJOR KEY.

This is confirmed. If you don’t believe me listen here for comparisons of Astor’s Theme, and the reprise, Zelda’s Lullaby.

It is very important to note here that Astor’s theme sounds like a music box.  This is significant because music boxes are often given to children, especially children with otherwise forlorn and mysterious pasts.  Zelda has a forlorn and mysterious past because her mother died tragically and mysteriously, and now she is haunted by the song of her tragic and mysterious father

Zelda’s guardian is running around humming her father’s theme hoping that one day she will remember. The only problem is he isn’t evil so he can’t play it in a minor key.

This causes the main conflict of the story, which is that Zelda can’t figure out who the fucking egg is.

Checkmate, atheists.

Oh but we’re just getting started you see. 

Thanks to the brilliant hawk eyes of @sherlocktheravencat​ for this fact, and this fact alone, we made the earth-shattering discovery that:

Astor’s hair?

Braided.

Zelda’s hair?

Braided.

ok now back to facts by me

Astor wears a silly little head thingy.  Zelda is occasionally seen wearing a silly little head thingy.

Like father, like daughter, eh, as they say??

Still not buying it?  Try this on for size:

Zelda was born: at some point in time.  We know this point in time was at least

17 years before the Great Calamity

Astor also existed: at some point in time

likely for at least 17 years before the Great Calamity

COINCIDENCE?? I THINK NOT

Zelda’s mom died when Zelda was six.  This means that Zelda’s mom died six years after Zelda was born. 

She likely existed six years before Zelda was born.

ASTOR ALSO MOST LIKELY EXISTED SIX YEARS BEFORE ZELDA WAS BORN.

This means Astor, feasibly, could have been Zelda’s father.  People who have children generally must exist before the children are born.  This makes Astor a perfect candidate for Zelda’s father.

But if that still isn’t enough for you, we must also consider what King Rhoam has to say in the game:

And lest we forget his writings from Breath of the Wild:

In Conclusion:

Astor is Zelda’s biological father

Yes, I am right about everything I say

The game 100% supports this.  The canon, un-doctored evidence is as clear as day.  What else left is there to say?  The truth is there, right out of the characters’ own mouths.  I can’t believe more people haven’t been talking about this.  But I guess it just took someone as enlightened as me to set the story straight.

This isn’t even getting into how Astor took the other egg from his daughter’s bedroom and turned it evil as a memento because that’s just too deep and too emotional for you fools

If you have any more questions, please, don’t ask.

[iridiscent-aesthetics]

If the Book canons didn't suit to be enough for y'all, here's all the things that SJM mentioned about the next book

Pegasi :

Who are the ones who have to anything with Pegasi? The Valkyries and Helion. So we're seeing more of the Valkyries and Helion. (possibly Lucien's parentage reveal)

The Wind House :

Who stays in the House of Wind? Nesta, Cassian, Az and Gwyn in the library and then by canon Mor too and its obvious Em's gonnabe there too. Can you imagine the havoc with those three chaotic couples?!

Singing

Who is singing associated with? Gwyn and Az. I mean, of all the things they could ever talk about; Singing was the topic of their first proper conversation. Coincidence much?

Little Mermaid Retelling

SJM admitted that she wanted to do this retelling next, parallels with this story to her story? Red Hair, Water nymph, Singing, Blind Oblivion? I think that's screaming a certain valkyrie and Shadow singer we know,,,,

Even after all this if you can't see Gwynriel happening as endgame, You really need to go see a doctor. I suggest the Suriel.

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Please do a continuation to villain and his therapist! I’m in love with it!

Thank you, Anon!! Here ya go :) Hope you like it ♡ thank you @writing-on-the-wahl for reading the first half when I was having trouble with it.

Part 1

CW: angst, captivity, mention of blood, minimal violence

The world sloshed fuzzy and dim as Juliet's eyes fluttered open. The room seemed to dip and sway before coming into focus.

"So you're my brother's shrink," a deep voice cut through the silence that rang in the therapist's ears, startling her into a more upright position.

She recognized that voice from tv... low and molten, distinctly belonging to Supervillain.

She recalled the stories of him from her sessions with Villain...

Juliet looked down, assessing. She was bound to a chair, and the cold of the metal seeped into her aching bones. She blinked the remaining dizziness away, starting to turn her head, but a vice-like grip closed around her jaw from behind.

She froze, a small sound escaping her lips.

"Hero's too, I hear," Supervillain continued from behind her. "What a happy coincidence."

Supervillain abruptly rounded on her, crouching inches away. His gaze bore through her and she felt pinned to the spot.

It rivaled any dangerous look that Villain had ever given her.

Juliet's stomach plummeted but she stayed composed. "Whatever it is that you want, I can't help you."

Her voice shook only a little.

"No?" He reached out, something metal in his hand catching the light.

Her breath caught as Supervillain traced the tip of a blade down her aching temple, arcing over the curve of her cheekbone.

She couldn't help but imagine how easily it could slice through her flesh like paper.

Juliet swallowed, squashing down the panic that threatened to flood her, and didn't let it show on her face. She'd had plenty of training to stay calm in intense situations.

"Why am I here?" she asked, making sure to keep her voice level.

Supervillain let go of her jaw to lift her chin with the tip of the blade.

"You've been brainwashing my brother with all your sunshine and rainbows mentality. Tyranny is in Villain's blood, it's a crime for you to try to make him into some soft tame thing. He was born to cause bloodshed, sweetheart."

Juliet took in a shuddering breath. "I am not making him do anything--"

"You're manipulating him," he hissed.

"He is in rehabilitation," she corrected. "He wants to be more than a villain, he is capable of better. He is my patient, I want what is best for him."

Juliet winced as Supervillain slashed a cut on her cheek, below her eye. She looked up, locking gazes with him.

She felt the warm ooze of blood dripping down her skin. The sting of it sobered her to the danger she was in, panic twisting her insides. For all the times Villain had gotten angry, he'd never touched her unkindly, never hurt her. She trusted he never would, not her. His brother, however...

"You want to declaw him; to dull him down into something palatable for you." Supervillain's voice was low and harsh, and the threat of it felt like walking on broken glass. "I'm not going to let that happen. We're going to take care of this little...distraction, and he'll get back to being what he was meant to be."

He stood, pulling a phone out of his pocket. Juliet's phone.

He punched in a number and waited as the phone rang.

"Doctor Meadows," Villain's smooth voice answered on the second ring. She could picture the flirty smile that no doubt played on his lips.

Her heart squeezed.

"I have your little shrink here with me. Why don't you come by and you can help me decide how best to dispose of her, mm?"

"...Supervillain?" Villain's voice was low and cautious on the other end of the line. "Did you hurt her?"

"Ah, only a little. Come see for yourself."

"What did you do? Is she there? Juliet?"

Supervillain held the phone out in front of the therapist. She swallowed, finding her voice.

"Villain," she spoke softly, keeping her eyes trained on Supervillain who observed her like a predator stalking prey. "I'm fine. Don't come here, he wants to undo all your progress--"

Juliet gasped as Supervillain backhanded her. It burned across her opposite cheek and she could taste the blood beading on her lip.

Supervillain brought the phone back to his own ear. "I want you to return to your full potential, Brother. Come. Let's talk."

He hung up.

--

Within several minutes, Villain came through the door with a carefully guarded expression on his face.

"A present for me? You shouldn't have." He sauntered closer, airing casualness, but she could see the unease in his eyes as he observed her.

His gaze hardened when he saw her swollen lip, the cut crowning her cheek, and the bruise no doubt blooming across the other.

Supervillain rested a hand on Juliet's shoulder and squeezed.

Villain stopped.

"This leech has infected your mind, Villain," Supervillain said. "She's manipulating you. You think she cares about you? She cares about the paycheck she gets every week, she cares about fulfilling her 'civic duty' in snuffing you out, slaying the beast."

"Villain." Villain's gaze snapped to Juliet as she spoke. "Don't listen to him."

Supervillain's grip tightened on her shoulder, making her flinch before she could stop herself.

"Think about it. The heroes tried to take you down and they failed. They couldn't defeat you outright. So they shoved this pretty girl with soft words and false promises down your throat. She's doing their dirty work for them."

"She's my doctor," Villain said, fists clenched and rigid though to Juliet, he was visibly agitated.

"She's one of them! Think, Villain." His tone was nearly sharper than his knife.

"Stop."

"How do you cook a frog?" Supervillain continued, ignoring his brother's objection.

"What?"

"If you drop a frog into boiling water, it'll immediately jump out. But if you heat the water slowly, it won't even know it's in danger until it's too late. It sits there and cooks from the inside out, slowly. That is what she is doing to you."

Villain looked between Juliet and his brother, slightly resembling a caged animal.

"She's a psychologist, villain, she knows exactly what mind games to play to get you to do what she wants. You think you love her and that she might feel the same." He laughed bitterly. "She might love the idea of you. But do you think she'd ever love the real you, love anything other than the idealized version of you she's created? At least when the heroes try to crush you, they're upfront about it. She's crushing you from the inside and you're letting her."

Supervillain wound his fingers into Juliet's hair and yanked her head back, baring her throat. He extended his blade to his brother. Villain's fingers flexed at his sides.

"Kill her. Liberate yourself. If you don't, I will."

Juliet found Villain's gaze and held it, desperate for him to hear her. "Villain. Don't let him ruin your recovery. You're doing well, you are incredibly strong-willed to have made such progress so fast. Do not let him take that from you. You earned it, Villain. I didn't do that for you."

Villain swallowed and took the blade. Juliet's vision swam.

"I'm sorry, Juliet," Villain said softly. "It's not worth it."

Juliet squeezed her eyes shut.

She heard the blade puncturing flesh and the grunt that followed. She opened her eyes again to watch Supervillain fall to the ground, his blood spattered on Villain's shirt. She stared at him.

He knelt before her to cut her restraints. Their gazes interlocked.

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"I'd sacrifice my rehabilitation a thousand times over if it meant you were safe."

Part 3

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[siswritesyanderes]

Ok but yandere carlise x reader x yandere esme

(Not as detailed as I’d hoped to make it, but I quickly realized that if I went into detail then this thing would become very long. Hopefully avoided making the characters too OOC. Let me know if you like it, and how I did!)

…

You first met Dr. Cullen when you spent the day volunteering at the local hospital for one of your college classes.

There was a whole group of students there to help out, and you honestly weren’t sure why he seemed to notice you in particular; it certainly wasn’t because you were doing such a great job. Your work speed, in restocking the closets, was roughly average, and you kept having to ask your fellow volunteers where things were supposed to go. Granted, you at least weren’t one of the students who was transparently doing the absolute bare minimum to get the credit, but you wouldn’t exactly consider yourself a shining star of competence either.

Still, Dr. Cullen approached you personally to say, “Thank you for your help. You’re really doing us a great service.”

He was a beautiful man, with warm eyes that seemed to be beholding the goodness in your soul, for how amiably they glimmered.

“I don’t know if I can take any credit,” you said, admittedly flustered by the attention. “It was our teacher’s idea.”

He smiled kindly. “Nevertheless, we’re glad to have you here.”

You smiled back. “Glad to be here.” Then you continued working.

When Carlisle walked away from you, he carefully kept the reluctance from showing in his expression. He sent Esme a quick text warning her that they might have another soulmate in town: a human. His initial thought was that this would be the end of it; so long as Esme avoided meeting you, she wouldn’t feel the awful desperation currently clawing its way up Carlisle’s throat, and so long as Esme wasn’t suffering, Carlisle was confident in his own ability to let you live your own life, just as he had done with Esme, at first…

But then, he knew how that had turned out for her: years of pain, mistreatment…The thought of anything of the sort befalling you…The world was so dangerous, between humans and vampires and other such things, and you, so small in comparison, so vulnerable…

Carlisle regained his composure (though, to the untrained eye, he hadn’t lost it in the first place). The world could be dangerous, yes, but his awareness of that fact was informed, in no small part, by the fact that he wanted justification for keeping you. And he couldn’t give himself such license; it wouldn’t be right.

He wouldn’t drag you away from your human life.

Perhaps he could keep watch over you, and do you small favors every now and then, but that was the most he could afford to indulge.

He heard your stomach growl from across the room; he detoured to a vending machine and bought you a light snack. (Perfectly timed, Alice texted him your preference. No doubt, she was scouring the future to see how you might fit into it; he would have to have a talk with her, to be sure she didn’t go overboard. And deciding to have a talk with Alice functioned in the same way having a talk with Alice did.)

Dr. Cullen handed you a snack from the vending machine, which puzzled you at first; it didn’t seem like the hospital was handing out food to anyone else, and even if they were, why would one of the doctors take the time for such a thing?

He answered your unspoken question with a polite smile and the words, “You were looking a bit faint; I thought you might need this.”

Had you been looking unwell? You didn’t think you felt that bad, but a doctor would recognize the signs if something was wrong, and you were pretty hungry. “Thanks,” you said, and he dipped his head in your direction. Then he and his kind smile departed.

That wasn’t the last time you met Dr. Cullen.

Your paths crossed in all sorts of places: in the grocery store, he tapped you on the shoulder once to ask if you’d dropped a hundred dollar bill, and he urged you to keep it even once you’d told him it wasn’t yours; you saw him in your school’s science building, one day (He was there to speak to one of the professors, and he asked you if you had drunk any water recently.); and you even ran into him at the library. All incidents spaced out over weeks; not close enough together to really be coincidences worth thinking about. You figured that you had probably crossed paths just as much before meeting him, but only noticed now because you knew who he was.

Anyway, the two of you remained acquaintances. He was a nice man.

When someone slammed into your car, a few months later, he was the doctor who cared for you.

“A hit and run?” he murmured, tutting in displeasure as he moved a light across your eyes. “People should be more considerate, and careful with other people’s lives. You could have been seriously hurt.”

“They probably just made a mistake and were scared of the consequences,” you offered, because the doctor genuinely seemed somewhat upset. You were trying to assume the best about the other driver, because the alternative was getting angry about something you couldn’t change. You had barely even seen the car that had hit you. You just knew that it was some shade of yellow, and apparently much stronger than yours. “I wish we’d gotten to trade insurance information or something, though; my car is apparently totaled.” Despite your best efforts, your voice wavered.

“Don’t you worry about that,” Dr. Cullen said, and you were probably delirious, but something about the decisive way he said it made it seem, to you, as if he himself planned on helping you get your car fixed. “Follow the light with your eyes.”

You did.

“Have you...” The doctor seemed to choose his words carefully. “Have you called anyone, to let them know what happened, and that you’re alright?”

“No, I guess I haven’t. The ambulance got there so fast, I guess I didn’t have time to think about it.” You weren’t terribly concerned, though; if your relatives hadn’t been made aware of the crash, then they didn’t know to be worried yet. No need to call them now.

Dr. Cullen stilled at your words, though; the light in his hands shone in the spot between your eyes and did not move. It was as if he was deep in thought. No, as if he were at war with himself.

“Dr. Cullen?” you prompted.

He quickly smiled, setting down the light. “I think you should call them. Now, if you can. I would...just feel better if someone knew where you are, and that you’re alive.”

You called them (as awkward as that felt with the doctor right there in the room, patiently waiting), and Dr. Cullen seemed to relax.

Once you were released from the hospital, you went back to only seeing him every once in a while, around town.

Your car was mended seemingly overnight, under mysterious circumstances, and a part of you jokingly wondered if Dr. Cullen was some sort of fairy godmother, or guardian angel.

Then, another month after your accident, a stranger approached you while you were walking back from your last class of the evening.

“Hi,” the stranger greeted you, somewhat apologetically. She was shorter than you, with a lovely face and spiky black hair and a spritely disposition. “I’m Alice. I’m so sorry to bother you, but could you help me carry something to my car? It’s getting late, and I really don’t want to be here after dark.”

“Oh, sure,” you answered, feeling so at ease that you forgot every warning that would normally flood to your mind about the danger of following a stranger to her car. So at ease that your mind somehow just failed to observe the taller guy standing right next to Alice, well in your field of vision. You saw him, but you didn’t really think much of him.

You followed Alice to a bright yellow Porsche, and the shade of yellow stirred something in your memory, but you couldn’t say what; you were too busy looking for what you were supposed to be helping her lift.

A lovely woman with a long blond ponytail leaned against the car trunk, staring at something that she was holding in her hand, and there was a figure sitting inside the car, too; you couldn’t see them through the tinted windows, but you saw enough to be confused as to why you had been called here to help when it seemed Alice had many potential helpers, here.

Your panic, as you began to realize the ruse, had only just begun to climb when the blond woman suddenly moved, swift as a bird, behind you, and there was a hand over your mouth and a feeling like a pinch in the side of your neck.

The thing she was holding. It was a syringe.

The tall guy (the one you hadn’t thought much of, at first) moved to open the nearest door of the Porsche; he moved the passenger seat forward, to access the back row of seats.

“Wait, stop,” you slurred against the hand (the stunningly cold hand) over your mouth, as the woman who had syringed you began to maneuver you into the Porsche with surprising strength. You were already losing control of your limbs.

“This is officially the worst thing I’ve ever done,” the woman griped as she slid you carefully inside, then climbed in behind you. You were sandwiched between her and the person you’d seen through the tinted windows: a sulking young man with bronze hair. Four strangers total, and you were in the back seat of their car.

“Thank you, Rosalie, for your help,” Alice said resolutely. “Will you drive, Jazz?”

The tall one nodded, climbing into the driver’s seat while Alice occupied the passenger side.

You struggled to find your voice, or your fists, through the haze of sedative.

“It’s okay,” said the sulking young man at your side, in a surprisingly gentle voice. “I’m able to hear you, even if you can’t speak. I can read minds.”

“The human is still awake?” Rosalie said.

“Not for much longer, but yes. You have time to apologize.”

“Sorry about all this,” Rosalie said, gently nudging your mouth closed (as it had fallen open). “Don’t be scared; we just…have to bring you to Carlisle and Esme. They’re pretty great people, and they’ll treat you really well. And these guys were going to do it anyway, so I had to come and make sure things went smoothly. Alice and Jasper can’t even administer a shot; they probably would have chloroformed you or something-”

“Wouldn’t’ve had to,” said the tall guy in the driver’s seat- Jasper, apparently. “Could’ve just lightly flicked the back of their head at the right angle. Provided Alice checked the future to make sure we did it right.”

“…and didn’t cause a concussion, or worse,” the bronze-haired one deadpanned.

There was a brief silence. You were sinking against the self-proclaimed mind reader, unable to support your own weight. You were about to sleep. You actually wanted to sleep.

“Don’t worry, Rose,” Jasper added. “I’ve made sure the human isn’t afraid.”

You supposed you weren’t. Why weren’t you?

You fell asleep before you could figure it out.

…

You awoke to the sound of agitated voices, outside the (closed) door of a bedroom that was not your own.

You were in a bed, and it was obscenely soft and pleasant, but it wasn’t yours, and you weren’t home.

Where am I?

You felt weak, and tired. Heavy, confused. But you had to stay awake, and regain your wits, because you had been taken somewhere, and you didn’t know where or why. There was a window across the room. It was nighttime outside the window. Maybe if you could make it over there, you could climb out and run for it, but you didn’t yet have the strength to even get the bedcovers off of you.

“Because it’s been awful to watch how badly it affects you to be away from your mate,” one of the voices outside the door was saying. “All five of us agreed, and we never agree on anything!”

“And it’s not like it wouldn’t have happened eventually,” another voice agreed. “Just like with Esme.”

“Exactly! You were only prolonging your own suffering, for no reason.”

There was a sigh, and a familiar voice said, “Are you all finished?” It was Dr. Cullen; that much you knew, even though you had never heard him sound so tired.

“We did it for you, because you deserve happiness.”

“And now that Esme has seen them, there is no way to undo it, is there?” Dr. Cullen asked rhetorically. “Edward, is the human awake?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll bring some food up, Carlisle,” an entirely new voice suggested. “The children have been…underhanded, today, but there’s no reason we shouldn’t make the best of it.”

“It was for the best.” (Your head was clear enough, now, that you recognized this unabashed voice as belonging to Alice.) “You’ll see.”

Footsteps approached the door, and shortly a woman entered the room. She was soft-looking, with caramel brown hair, and she held a dinner plate in her hands.

“Good evening,” she said, soberly. Sitting on the edge of your bed while you struggled to sit up. “I’m so sorry the kids did this; we didn’t ask them to, but they thought they were doing us a service. I’m Esme Cullen, Dr. Cullen’s wife. Here: eat something.”

You ate a forkful of pasta only because it was too close to your mouth to refuse. “Why ‘m I here?” you asked hoarsely. “Take me home.” Another forkful slid into your mouth.

“I’m very sorry,” Esme said. “I’m so, so sorry, but you see…the trouble is…” Her eyes scanned over you, and she smiled a seemingly involuntary smile and didn’t finish her sentence. As if looking at you was simply a much better use of her time.

“I want to go home,” you said.

Esme sighed, pressing her lips together contritely. “The trouble is, I can’t bear to relinquish someone who is so important to Carlisle, and Carlisle can’t bear to relinquish someone who is so important to me. I promise you, though, we will make it up to you.” She fed you more pasta.

It tasted delicious, but that did nothing to assuage your terror. “You don’t even know me. What do you mean, I’m important to you?”

Esme clicked her tongue softly and rhythmically against the roof of her mouth, as if to soothe. “Carlisle can explain that better than I. But rest assured, everything is going to be alright.”

Your skin crawled, at the dissonant cordiality. “Where is Dr. Cullen?”

You heard a flutter of what could have been footsteps, if people were capable of moving that fast. Then, the bedroom door opened again and Dr. Cullen entered.

“Hello again, dear heart,” he greeted you, and his demeanor was about the same as it was in public, or in the hospital. Respectful, polite. Maybe just a bit...off. Too much of something, maybe too polite and kind for the circumstances. “I’m terribly sorry about all of this.”

The apologies were making this worse. “You don’t have to be sorry,” you said. “Just please take me home.”

“I can’t do that, angel,” he sighed. He did appear sorry, but not as sorry as he should have. “But I can explain everything to you now.”

He sat down on the other side of the bed, opposite Esme, who was still feeding you. And he did explain everything, in such expansive detail that you fell back asleep before he even got to the part about mates.

…

“You can pretend with them, but not with me.” The voice was quiet, and not so much accusatory (despite the pointedness of his words) as reminding.

“I know that, son.” Dr. Cullen sounded positively serene.

“You knew how much time you were spending with Jasper, in your saddened state.”

“Yes.”

“You knew that we would do this.”

“I…suspected.”

“You meant for us to do this.”

“That’s enough, I think. Thank you.”

Silence fell.

You opened your eyes just a crack. The pillow beneath your face was awash with yellow light; the sun had risen, since last you’d fallen asleep. None of it had been a dream. You were still trapped in a house with these people who thought they were vampires. You closed your eyes again. The two voices had been speaking from the direction you were facing: Dr. Cullen at your level, perhaps in a chair at your bedside; and the other above, as if standing.

“One month,” the first voice suddenly added, and you weren’t sure what it was in reference to. It was as if an inaudible question was being answered.

“That’s her optimistic guess, or her pessimistic?” Dr. Cullen inquired.

“If all goes well, it will be one month. Poorly, and the longest she’s seen is three months.”

“Well, that is good to hear. I’ve waited much longer with hope for much less.”

“I know.”

You turned over, so that your back was to them, and began to open your eyes again, but then you heard Dr. Cullen rise from his seat, take up the chair, and move around the foot of the bed. You kept your eyes shut as he set his chair down on the new side and sat in it once more. He did all of this matter-of-factly, as if he’d changed sides every time you’d turned over during the night.

The thought of anyone wanting to see your face that badly made you shiver a bit.

“Awake?” Dr. Cullen inquired casually. You didn’t hear an answer, but the other man must have nodded, because Dr. Cullen continued, “Good. Esme will be done with breakfast soon. She’s so happy to be cooking again.”

“Jasper is in the kitchen with her,” the other said, as if that was a related statement somehow. “I’m going hunting. Good luck.”

You weren’t sure why, but you felt as if he was talking to you as much as Dr. Cullen.

[spoonietimelordy]

So I’m changing my plan it’s gonna be 1 part by character, because it’s easier, both for me and for you to digest.

Part 1 here (X)

Queer Immortality part 2 – River

or

When books are alives

We all know how it end, River dies, or not quietly, she dies and then live forever in the library. But let’s look back at it with the whole of Moffat’s era in mind.

When the doctor scaned all the life formes in the library, he found that there is a million million lifeforms, which is the followed by Donna asking « Books can’t be alive ? », which isn’t answered to in the episode, at least not directly, they are interupted by one of the faces statues before being able to think more about it. We then discover these statues with faces, this statues are here to keep the memories of dead people alive, like books, their role is to keep people immortal.

But at first glance, the spectator is not understanding that, the spectator is thinking about the Shadows, about the Vashta Nerada, after all they’re the antagonist here, they’re alive, arn’t they? No they’re not. They’re the opposite of life, they’re death, definitive death, they eat people in the shadow, people that no one think about. The first person we see eaten by them is Miss Evangelista, the one who everyone thought of as stupid, the one who saw what other didn’t but ended up believing what people told her. She was left in the shadow and she died because of it. The Vashta Nerada are a virus, they’re a virus that attach itself to people in the dark, with a period of incubation with no symptoms, they’re a virus that corrupt doctor moon, the anti virus, the immune system, they’re an allegory for AIDS. they’re death.

Let’s talk about Dr Moon now, the anti virus which think he is protecting Charlotte but is actually just trying to erase her and everyone else’s perception of reality, the anti virus who give everyone a nice heteronormative familly. He is both a representation of Charlotte’s own immune system and of our society’s vision of the cause of HIV, queer people exhisting is the problem for society, not the virus itself, he represent society acting as if he we ignore reality and queer people then it’s not a problem anymore, or society abandoning queer people in the dark.

After River died, we’re showed her screwdriver holding her consciousness on top of her dairy, linking the 2, exactly where Donna ask at the beginning if books were alive, we’re given our answer here, yes, yes books are alive, books are memories and as long as people will read them, what’s in it will stay alive, it’s no coincidence if we are in the biography section of the library.

But Moffat being Moffat, we’re not left here, the doctor run to save her, he upload her memories into the library, but not only that, he rewrite the system, given free will to people in it, after all it was rewritten by 12, “fuck cis-heteronormativity 12”. This previously hellish word is now turned into an heaven where everyone can have their happy ever after.

When the library aired for the first time, we didn't know River was queer, and since the trans character had been erased from the last draft (Yes I didn't put it in there before but Donna's husband was supposedto be a Trans man), it was easily readable as heteronormative, after all River end up taking care of 3 kids, which is part of the heteronormative time loop. But if you take time to think about it was truly the first of the multiples queer Immortality stories Moffat wrote, and I'm pretty sure that RTD had his influence in it too seeing the HIV allegory.

But the conclusion is this, as long as we tell their stories queer people will live.

Hope to see you for part 3! (Also for something which was supposed to be about River she isn't really present in this meta x), well not directly)